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~ The Evening World Daily t— e e Che EFNy Wold. | Removing Signs »# Podlished Dally Except Sunday by the Freee Publishing Company, Nos. $3 to : ‘ rk Row, New York. ITZPR, President, 61 Park Row. SHAW, Treasurer. 63 Park Row. R, Jr, Secretary, @& Park Row, Magazine, Friday, November 19; 1915 w& By J. H. Cassel |!i The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune 7 ty The Tireny fi On, ttt New York Evening World.) Entered at the Post-Office at New York an Second-Class Matter tion to The Evening| For England and the ¢ ‘ontinent and World for the United States All Countries in the International and Canada Postal Union. aretivstes SOOT he Sion COO8OGITOISAIOSIONIOIVONNIAGOOOOOOO’ oe 30' One Month Coppright, 1916, by the Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Brening World), VOLUME 56......0sc0sccesseeseeseeensseesssNOe 19,813 | LITTLE RETURN FOR WHAT IT GIVES. j x HE City of New York, with its six millions of people, its un-| surpassed situation, ite railroad and shipping facilities, its financial ascendency, its banks, shops, factories, importing | No. 75.—THE TELLTALE HEART; By Edgar Allan Poe. 1H Old Man and his servant lived alone in the big house. The servant was @ quiet, nervous young fellow, whom his employer trusted. Perhaps this servant had once been worthy of this trust, Assuredly, he was no longer worthy of it. For he was s mantao, The Old Man did not know his servant had become a lnnetic, The | servant himself did not know he was mad. In fact, he had begun to think | and exporting agencies, its hotels and amusements, attracting month ho was carter than al] the rest of te world after month hundreds of thousands of visitors who come to buy and As his mania increased, he took to crouching for hours every night bad tell, is the most desirable place on the American continent in whic hy be Toe aris ak eel on Eis tae behcorey oe ae pn | to do business. again in ‘utter silence; and depart, chuckling, to his own ‘sleaping quarters. t The City of New York is constantly spending money on improve- One night as he wag peering into the room the slide of his dark lantern olicked noisily. The Old Man eat up in bed and called out in fear: “Who ie there?” + ‘The servant cronched noiselesaly at the door for an hour, revelling tn the thought of his employer's fright. Then he ventured to turn on the lantern’s elide. The rays fell on the Old Man's frightened face and staring oyea, The servant fancied he could hear in the stiliness the startled beating of the Old Man's heart. It sounded to him lke the irregular ticking of eome clock that had been muffled. ‘The heartbeats seemed to grow louder and louder, The servant feared they might be heard in the street or in eome neighbor- ing house, He resolved to silence forever that horrible notse. With a yell he eprang upon the bed and smothered his helpless viotim under the weight of the mattress, Long he held the mattress pressed close down over the Old Man's face. And he late: to the noisy heartbeats es they grew fainter and fainter, until at last they wore silent. Then with insane cunning the madman set about hiding the body. He | tore up several boards of the floor and latd his victim tn the hollow space beneath, After which he replaced the boards and adjusted the furniture, removing every sign of struggle. He waa interrupted by a knocking at the front door, Three pottcemert | stood on the threshold, They said they had heard a scream and had come to see if anything was amiss. With a laugh the servant bade them to come tn and search. He said the Old Man was out of town for the night and that it was probably a night« mare shriek of his own that they had heard, Tn criminal bravado he even led them to the Old Man's room and tn- | ¥ited them to sit down there for a chat with him. Suddenly, as they talked, | the servant started to his feet. He thought he heard from under the floor” | Kibivanse ticking reverberate {n his own ears that he wae osr= | £_ Confession. ANON, | ing him by pretending not to hear, and thy presently Reartben Confronting the three men, he \@ steady ticking—the Old Man's heart! He glanced at the policemen, ‘They, tain they must hear {t. they would arrest him, Louder and more insistent grew the ticking of the Tissemble no more! T admit the deed! Tear up the planks! The Woman Who Dared } did not seem to hear anything. Yet so loud io He jumped to the conclusion that they wore fool- heartbeats. He could endure it no longer, Tt is the beating of his hideous heart!" By Dale Drummond ments, better streets, better communication and transit facilities, in- } creased safety and protection—a thousand and one things that draw people to it and make it a yet greater commercial centre. To find money for all this it levies and collects taxes. ' Does it collect anything like a fair proportion of its taxes from) | corporhtions that gather in hundreds of millions of dollars annually| | from the opportunities they enjoy here? | It does not. On the contrary hundreds of rich corporations that) pile up enormous profits in New York City, and because of New York! City, dodge city taxes by locating their so-called “general offices” in | hamlets up-State where taxes are so low as to be a joke for wealthy concerns. The Evening World has presented facts and figures to prove this. While real estate is carrying 821-2 per cent. of the city’s tax| burden, corporations, public utility and others, shave down their share to 171-2 per cent. | How public utility corporations do it is well shown in evidence brought out this week in a lawyer's suit against the Brooklyn Union| Gas Company to recover $30,000 for “services rendered.” | This lawyer had been influential in getting the Consolidated Gas} Company’s franchise tax assessment cut down 39 per cent. The Brooklyn Union Company engaged him to do what he could for them along the eame line. But as his cuts were not masterful enough, it appears they dropped him. Some public service corporations jv off as much as 50 per cent. of their assessments. What would become of these corporations and others like them| without the opportunities for profit opened to them constantly and in ever-increasing measure by this city? What it gets from them in taxes is prepostcrously smali in pro- portion to whai it gives them in advantages. If the burden of taxation is to be lightened for the cit must be an early readjustment. gle | neret Heve~ , here The Special Franchise Tax law Coprright, 1018, by the Prem Publishing Oo. (The New York Prening Wi CHAPTER XVIII. thought and occasionally some dis« should be amended to secure to municipalities a reasonable percentage of the huge earnings municipal opportunity and protection put into corporation treasuries, —— 4 Justice Hughes has usually succeeded in making himself understood. Give Nebraska time. ————————— BEGIN AT THE LICENSE END. PROPOSAL to take the finger prints of every auto driver convicted of speeding sounds, to be sure, like business. appeals to the Police Department and has the warm approval of Magistrate Daniel F. Murphy. It ranks the reckless automobilist with wrongdoers of the worst sort, and would no dowbt add shame and humiliation to his punish- ment. Persons arrested and “finger printed” while suspected of ¢erimes they never committed fee! the indignity keenly, and after their release move heaven and earth to have their digit records destroyed. By Alma @ little glass-partitioned office next to that of the manager of the Opulent Opera House sat Paris— Nathan Parix, purveyor of pretty paragraphs about prima donnas, past and present. To all appearances his life was @ cinch. In reality, a galley slave was a boulevardier of lelsure dompared to him. He had tried to give his job away to almost any one—but no one It Mythology yeas Publishing Co, But after all this method of dealing with auto speoders sc fetched and unnecessary. care and ecrutiny in the first place, have their license cards always ready to produce—with photograph and personal description attached—if repeated breaking of thelaw or proved unfitness meant forfeiture of card and license, whatever other punishment might be administered, and if police and magistrates acted in such cases as methodically we should soon develop a new sense of responsibility among drivers of| motor vehicles. Tf a man wants to run a thing as dangerous for other people’s | and limbs as an automobile isn’t it better to také his measuro| first than his finger prints afterward? liv ee Judging by Ita fea ought to m with t Why tackle the job at the wrong end? persons who drive automobiles in this State were licensed with proper ¢ a good nucleus for a Princely Spenders’ Club. ms far- If if they were rigorously required to as they do in France, for example, he public's money, the P. 8. C. Hits From Sharp Wits. | jit shadowy straps and electrical ap- * (A woman's ambition often Is back of a man’s initiative.—Albany Journal. . 8 6 Little boys have pure hearts, rarely clean hands.—-Deseret News. ee Let us pause long enough to proffer w little advice: If you ever get to the point where you are able to make but both ends meet, splice the ends.— Philadelphia Inquirer. oe The safest dish to call for i Testaurant is one you know nothing about. There then can be no disap- pointments.—Albany Journal, o 8 A woman orator is never afraid to say what she thinks, Buta man has to consider the tutu want an office . . . | If women know everything by in- tuition how does it happen they So many matrimonial blunders?—To- | ledo Bee, | . when he may * 8 Because a man does not let his tight shine in no evidence that he has any | hid under a bushel, : * 8 @ | What a wom: admires most in a man is get-up, especially in a crowded car—Deseret News -. * A man may be “out” and not down. | Stick a memory pin there.—Memphis Commercial Appeal, One Reason, ‘To the Bititor of The Evening World ‘Woman Suffrage lost in New Jersey. ‘The public seems Inclined to blame the defeat wholly on the political bosses. Nobody seains to take into account the strenuous efforts of the thousands of New Jersey women who are to Woman Syffrage and whose toiled ingly, day and aigtt, for months, 06 cause the defeat. ers. Give them credit, too, ad MRS, ANTI. More People or Treest To the Falter of The Evening Worl Here is a queer old question my | andfatber used to ask us children; | and many a hot and frultloss wrang we had over it, never agreeing on! any conclusion. So T am leaving it to readers to discuss and anqwer. It fy this: “Are there more qople or! trees?” OLD ER. \ wanted It, So ho continued to suffer in silence. Came to him one morning at ten- thirty the general manager with these words: “On the ship that docks to-day at two, after having passed through the danger zone, are three new prima donnas, Bach ia young, svelte and beautiful, ‘To-morrow you will put acros’ & strong story about them, with tha photograph of tha most beautiful in a large oval in the centre, the two others in minor ovals at tha base.” It sounds simple. But to Paris (who knew) it was as solemn as a death warrant, ‘To choose one of three beauteous women—whoever they are is a task before which a strong man shrinks, But to choose one of three prima donnas! At lunch he fortified himself Hquldly. His nerves sopped up the stimulants, leaving him as sober as a sophist his desk There seemed to float about Pliances. A half hour later the gen- eral manager summoned him to the couldn't be done! In earnest supplication he held out his hands to the general manager, His silent appeal was ignored “Choose!” he was commanded, With mute prayers to the fates in general, he was about to the familiar when the gracefull auburn toward Venus him. a looking down, ht sight of a yellow-edge marked * protruding from his vest pocket, where it had been hastily shoved. Little Venus had improved time by taking @ correspondence | the faintest knowledge of composition] squaw. So the problem of matri- course in greasing | or ing for color, Spirit. muelo| monial happiness for woinen remains Starting prudently for the door,!mounds worse than the most ad-| just what it was before, To be or Paris ralsed bis band; He went back to} swayed heard a strange | ala Mode Woodward ‘The New York Erening World), the Golden Apple, “Venus for first place!" he cried; “the others acrous the board, Then he beat it while the way was still clear, — By Roy L. Copyright, 1915, by the JARR came out of Gus’s place world, sore in his throat and especially sore in his mind at Gus. Copyright, 1915, by the N London the latest fad is to have your sweetheart's regi- mental badge tattooed on your arm, ‘That is better than having it tattooed on your soul, anyhow. One Wwoman— Queen Mary pf England—once admit- ted having the name of the city of Calais written on her heart, Most of us would be only too happy to feel that the socret archives of our souls held a record so impersonal, ‘How comfortable and safe it must be to love a city! Yet—with only a regi- mental badge on their arms, what is to prevent the life of Loudon ladies from being—just one hero after an- other? On the whole, a neat tactooe portrait, framed by ‘the intertwined | Initiols of the loving pair, seems muca more moral. (A Protest Against the Higher Edu- vation.) Mary was eighteon, Elinor twenty, And Katherine @ix months older than I. Our hearts were Mght and our joys were plenty, And ob, liow each one of us scorned to lie! Mary was blond and painted on satin; In music and diawine Kate took the trick, linor shone both in Greek and Latin, jofiice, ‘There they stood—Venus, | Aid IL was xood at arithmetic. o d Minerv 2) TAnp BAA A nerye,, |‘Ten years have passed. I am TEN Juno, blonde, sienderly rounded, Years older, violet-eyed, @ veritable pippin! Min-| But Katherine ‘says she is twenty- erva, dark as the shadow of a scarlet four, see, with languid. velvety orbe—a| 4Pd that Mary's younger (Mary told queen of sirens! Venus, titlan-| Elinor says she 16 just two-score. treassed, with eyes of amber and a lak " r are MIS HAcaeeiA’ Bh iokant alone see my youth go soaring form divix puestel ypc ‘And 1 alone with the days am sad, To bestow the golden apple of| can you biame me if lm deploring beauty on only one of these three| Tho cursed day that 1 learned to would be like trampling the garden ADL , ck the rose only to tear Its! Te 4 mandarin tn China ever dies of als and gather an orchid, It} his own accord and leaves me a tnill- ton dollars, or ita concern ever makes me an offer for twenty weeks, or if in any other bigh and noble way I shall be lifted eud- denly from the ranks of the poor but honest, | know what Iam going to do moving picture with the inaney, Endow a college, of course, but mine is going to be a very special college, for It will be devoted to the education of the inhabitants of the spirit world, Have you ever known anything Hike the frigitful assurance with which an untrained spirit under- takes to write, paint, sing or make photographs? I have seen many spirit painungs, but never one which indt- d her spare! cated that the disembodied artist had vanced work of the futurist com- >) . aielaail ~y The Last Word By Nixola Greeley Smith ons Publishing Co, © (The New York Krening World), boxers, As for spirit authors—well, the latest of them is culled Patience Wort, and Boston psychologisis are studying several Complete novels 300,- ly Worus long which, it is said, the j Spirit of Patience dictated through the | | Gana 2.0 Mrs, Joun H, Curran of St. Louis, “A blighted bud may hold a sweeter mess. than Ube loveliest fowe: Was the first message flashed by Pa- ence to a Walling World. it does not seem fair that we poor mortals should have waited millions of years for this! And that is why 1 want Pauence and other spirits ty be given the advan- tage of college Waining, Maybe latent genius lurks in Iatience Worth, she heeds polish, Gauue But spent weeks hunting for the right adjecti De Maupassant wrote to his stones for seven ye Balzac spent seventeen years on oe novel, And these poor devils, like the rest of us, had to eat and pay rent, Spirits are under no such sordid compulsion, ‘The world ig theirs, They have eternities of time and space in which to create, And what have they done? Do their achievements in any art compare with those who have labored under handi- cup of flesh and blood? Even the So- cicty for Psychical Research must an- swer no! The conclusion is inevitable that the geniuses of the spirit world substantial encouragement, And n L have the money I shail cer- ainly found a university, or at any © several scholarships, for talented but undeveloped spirits, A man out West ts trying to divorce his Indian wife Clear Sky on the plea that she is “the worst nagger in the world.” What a mistake! Per- fection of any kind {#8 so rare that even the flawless nagger should be cherished for her unique quality, However, I don’t believe that Indian woman {s the worst nagger in they world, We have all heard that in! whatever man undertakes to do he surpasses Woman, Some men nag. A suggestion for both men and women naggers: Love must die, of course, But why torture him to death? Up in Maine a busband and wit have gone Into the woods to live the primitive life in the hope of finding happiness, A few years ago the hero and heroine of H. G, Wells's novel “Marriage” renewed the love of their youth by leaving London for @ but in Labrador, Fine, We thought. ‘That's the an- swer, ‘And then Mr, Wells wrote an- other book, ‘The Passionate Friends,” in which the heroine refused to marry the man she loved and took @ richer one Just because she sald her love would die {f she had to become a UCH a restful fooling came over me when I finally reached Nell Lamar’s home! It was neither so large nor so elegant aa my own, but an atmosphere of peace enveloped it, Nell and her husband were #0 happy, 90 Intensely interested in all carded clothing. you return home." “T will, Nell, but he never al doing the most innocent things.” “Then assert yourself. more firm with him. member, Try 4t, dear, whem The Jarr Family 1» Publishing Co, (The their home and children, that without it seemed a veritable McCardell 1 York Evening World), that pertained to each other and to exaggeration heaven to me. 1 expressed my envy of her happi- recollection, you sald I woul and how you said you’ man poll your life? And fat t Just what you are doing!” Yes, and you told th dn't dare try to make we used to talk, And yet thats 6 truth when it to be—s equaw, t Meeting Mr. Slavinsky, ness, as stated: “My,” ventured Mr. Slavinsky, “I >| Suess Gus is taking it out on his} trade what he gets from his wife, Lena. Our fiat is back of bis flat, and ‘the way Gus's wife, Lena, bawls him out makes my wife think she's kind to me when she roasts me the worst. Bepler, the butch doorway of his beetsteak studio across the street, waited for a lull In the passing traiflc of motor truck jugger- nauts and light flying 22-calibre fiv- ver cars that will hurt you if they strike you and the blow does not glance, crossed over to Mr, Jarr and the glazier. ing these three gathered to- gether, Muller, the grocer, who was watering hig greengoods display of last week's vegetables in front of bis| store, joined them, | “Ed Charr haa been thrown out of Gus's," said Slavinsky. “It he had done anything like that to me I would have hit him in the said Bepler belligerently. “He's got a swell noodle, Gus bas,” said Muller, the grocer. “Don't lets none of us go in his place any more.” “It ain't bis fault,” said the kindly- disposed Slavinsky, "Such a vife as Gus bas got! She takes it out on him and what can he do but take it out on us?" “It my wife would do that to me I bet I'd show her!” remarked Belper. “IL think your wife is standing in the door looking for you,” remarked Mr. Jarr, glancing across the street, Bepler dodged behind the others. “Well,” said Muller, the grocer, “If Gush should go out West to Rhino and get him a divoree, you couldn't blame him, That wife of his she is a holy terror," At this point the lady they were discussing came around the corner and approached the group. She was{ a vivacious and comely brunette of some thirty attractive summers, ‘I'm so glad to see you, Mr. Jarr,” she said. ‘My poor dear Gus has been in such @ bad bumor that I just had to go downtown till he gets over it. For I couldn't be cross to him no mat- ter how trying he is. I don’t belt he is well, I wish you would go in and cheer him up.” ‘Then she turned to the three trades- men and lavished her kindly smiles upon them. “Mr. Slavinsky,” she ald, “I wish you Would put some new glass in the china closet in my dining room, My girl broke it accidentally.” ‘Phen she turned to the butcher, the glazier, on the corner, sore at all the Just outside of Gus's placo, Mr. Jarr conveyed to that individual his sore- gazing from the| ness, my despair of ever differenuy. Then for the first time since I had been married I poured out all my miserable story. I tried not to blame Haskall unduly, but I told everything just as it was. Nell diving any] DS ag yourself, Haskall diamond necklace, of Madelaine Ar.| nott wearing it at George Lattimer's dinner, I heard a sharp intake of the breath; but still she said nothing until [ had finished. Then she said: “You must Qnd some way to oc- cupy your mind, It ts too bad Mr. could ever With a hus things different. I don't!" it you have i 800 You're not a baby t ry “ are twenty-elght did not speak, but occasionally patted | 5), 8 years old—eurely my hand. nen I told her of the|°lt ¢pough to have @ mind of your “Yes—but—Nel!, Kind, #0 considerate, can have no means to be tied down ag I Katherine, Assert u will be happier a hard time makin your point of view, any more. You I don’t think F you understand. such as yours, 80 loving, Conception what’ It make band a Borroughs will not allow you to run “Oh, Mr, Bepler,” she said, “I'm glad to meet you. Lt will save me going ’ be Slowed no votce tn the smalleny matters, to be neglected an “I know, dear, and I do now that George 1s a prince among men. Yet perhaps Haskall will change as he ows older, He may appreciate the house. It takes a lot of time and thought, but so long as he won't you must find something to take its place. even if you have to do it without his knowledge, You know I would not advocate doing this if I didn't believe red perience; your worth, then, more it necessary; but it is. You can't go ON, >) on Like thi Not much hope of that, Nel. He 1s ten years older than I, alm Tiurely old enough to iknow what te right.” “You may be right, dear, say assert yourself! I hase ae : “No, | can't, Nell. thing desperate soon. “Then take a stand. Tell him you have to live your own life, and that I shall do some- it 1s Impossible to lve it without some | f° : u you, interest. I wish you might have had bel your conventional bringing BP. children. They are such little work never do anything wrong. fe must know it also. You ton: ality stands in your way almost me much as your husband's selfish ideas, Now, confess, isn't it so? Aren't afraid of Old Lady Grundy and = Aren't you fearful makers and such comforts.” “Oh, if only I had,” T breathed, the longing that would not be suppressed in my voice. “Adopt one," sho suggested, F “Haskall would never consent.” “Have you asked him? “No, but I'm sure he would not al- low me.” “Then become interested tn some one else's child. There are so many poor women and children you could spiteful tongue? of doing something by which will lose caste with your fashionable ace quaintances?” “Oh, one must be careful of appears ances,” I answered. “I thought #0,” Nell replied laughs help, even if you have no money to! ingly. give them. Your interest, your (To Be Continued.) en Dollars and Sense By H. J. Barrett. 66T\ISCRETION 1s one requisite) Mr. Richard's secret.’ D of a good salesman,” said ne pidgin is | have brought im @ successful one. fone T told hice, an We Bene quate “It was as a young man that Tre-] “How many sults did Richards sell ceived my lesson along these Ines. I]on his last sale advertised Friday? was working a4 & vitor for an ad- he inquired. vertising agency which conducted the} “ ‘Another question which I'm not publicity campaigns of local mer- at liberty to answer,’ I replied, Chants. One day I called on the pro-| “For perhaps fifteen minutes he prietor of @ local clothing store, quizzed me closely. To most of hig “He received me courteously and | questions T refused an anewer, trayed interest when I informed] “‘You're mighty close Pir“ihat we handled the account of| about your cliente’ attaire, area another clothier, Richards, located at] you?" was his sarcastic conclusion, the other end of the city, hen with @ sudden smile: What is the ratio between Rich-| “‘Which is just why I shah turn ards’ annual advertising expenditure | my advertising over to your concern. and his gross volume of sales?’ he|T'vo tested you protty thoroughly inquired. during the past half hour. T a Frankly, Mr. Beckett, I'm not| business and trade secrots ‘are ante justified in saying,’ I replied. ‘That's! in your hands. Ra ED over to your store, I want you to pick out a mice young broiling chicken. Gus 1s so fond of chicken, and I want to come home early and have @ nice dinner for him.” Then she turned to Mutler, the @ro- cer, and thanked him for the nico cabbage he had sent her that morning and gave that appreciative trades- man a hurried order for sundries and delicactes—the latter also, she sald, bey ‘he. teese. Gagarin for “her poor Gus. away and left Mr, Jarry Cath in oy winning smile and hurried on her way, “By gollies, Gus's vite 1s @ looker, ain't she?" sald the appreciative Sta- vinsky. “And, my, ain't she nice?” “They are all nice—to the men they aren't married to," scoffed Mr, Jarr, “Just the same I'm not go! 2 Gus's!" ste “Well, {f his wife deals with us we’ have to deal with him," remarked me Then she gave them all another} uprising,