The evening world. Newspaper, April 26, 1916, Page 16

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Beyond all question Germany has made a new and desperate effort to stir up in Ireland insurrection which the Kaiser's Covern- ment had always counted on to come spontaneously in case of war. | Along with the landing of arms and ammunition under the super- vision of Sir Roger Casement were undoubtedly arranged sinvultaneous demonstrations in Dublin and other parts of Ireland, | But the German cruiser and its Joad of munitions is at the bottom | of the sea. Sir Roger is a prisoner in London. If this was the strongest element of the plot it is a question if the rest ean survive Nor is it certain that Monday's bloodshed in Ireland was due to any- | thing more than carefully organized rhanees,” the roots of} which go no deeper than German propaganda and German m Treland itself may have been surprised and now find a way to gather | together the loyal and keep a grip on mutterers and maleontents. | Until they have overwhelming evidence, true Irishinen all over the world will refuse to believe that Ircland is a rebel in the hands of the police, that John Redmond may yet wish to die an exile, or that the thousands of brave Irish fighting at the front are men with- oat @ country. . Sere en a Twenty-five thousand anti-war telegrams delivered in neat packages of one hundred to Senators Sherman and Lewis! The Peace propagandists must have the hearty !ndorsement of the telegraph companies, —_-+ BRINGING IT HOME. [ NEW YORK CITY taxpayers have been in any doubt as to just where the direct State tax was going to hit them, bills issued this week for taxes due May 1 remove that doubt, They know now. | Every property owner in Manhattan who pays taxes on a home assessed for $10,000 pays $17 more than he did last year. ‘Taxpayers in other boroughs find similar increases in their tax bills. This largely because of a Stato direct tax which The Evening World contended from the first was unnecessary, and which State officials themselves subsequently admitted to have been based on erroneous figuring. With an estimated surplus of $15,000,000 in-the State Treasury, @e city’s taxpayers must nevertheless come across with $14,000,000 Icer .xriaieths,, The Recruiting Off of the $20,000,000 direct tax necdlessly imposed upon the people of | the State under the muddled financial policy that marked the first | year of Gov. Whitman’s administration, | When New Yorkers study the raise in the tax rate as it shows in dollars and cents on their tax billa maybe they will realize that @ State direct tax is something to be scrutinized BEFORE it happens. ho 6 Cavalry Rushed Into Mountains on Villa’s Trail.—Headline, His death already quite forgotten! + MORE FLAG DESECRATION. l REMAINED for a woman to hit on the idea of displaying a article. A fe TION, i this morning.” “Is that #02" he asked, ure! Oh, 1 often get support her, hung the American flag upside down from her window, | some. edding red rags and crepe streamers in order adequately to express iw of course, kid 4 knowed ho about to her state of mind. a me ner nothing Like th . ‘. ' ie just) though 1° Was Ono Of! Results were almost immediate. The neighborhood rose, the] gapby guys you meet so often, give him one look and answer: police were summoned and the cause of the disturbance was apeedily provided with an opportunity to air her grievances before a Magis- | “You gee oughta’ been twins. her story, the Board of Health, for whom her husband worked, refused | to turn over his pay to her without duo process of laws She there “upon conceived a violent scorn for a country that can harbor euch : : and hogs. injustice. "trom. It is manifestly improper that the flag be publicly flouted even ey do not! T in the interests of lady in trouble, Yet who can be too hard on] t've seoa ‘on a lot of times! any woman who finds a way to secure by one act relief for her feelings wont ie Sountaraictata and a start toward getting what she wants? Lo 6 Di nOY ‘aioe trom the ee Sa I'm turrible lonesome,’ ell wiry 1 was flabbe 4. At last I had got ‘Thirty-five million dollars’ worth of new hotels de luxe are planned for m{d-Manhattan. Whenever New York has money the first thing it does 1a to create more places in which ond am surprised to d to drop it. aiming at Lucile, the happy ltt : nl . re Hits From Sharp Wits mont some n great, A mode) husband is one who wears | Some men are by overshoes to please his wife. Jachieve great a and othe have | ee Juck thrust upon them,—Philadelphia doesn't hurry | Inquirer make worry? Rhythmic. philosophy eo 8 8 | ly should be consistent. Toledo Made, man whit keope ts handa| encnet, 2 ve The woman who stares stonily at | clean tn this world won't | you like y men who do not give } seat | Worry over wings that don't)" tigay. 1 say a street car is the same one who oe n the next world, | Every morning: wh cupies two seats, sitting sidewise, | = ¢ 8 the propr ron the forehead, pet while other women stand, | women not superior to men? Why, |the cockroaches and tell the’ chet a a ee 3 | Willie-boy, when a woman hasn't | funny story, Oh, its great y Two heads are better than one anything to talk about she never has| "Then you wouldn't « only if they think In the same gen- to hunt for something, ~fout West an’ live on the range? eral direction.—Albany Journa smmereial Appeal Range!’ T says, ‘Oh, s a: ———— = | a cook, do you? Well, th . ) out in'the kitchen that T ca Letters From the People Lwant ngineers. uir brakes set the wheels tmmediate es ts of the recent | heavy the engine for, 20h! New Haven wreck Engineer Mans-|9 long 4 oh ia my ideas] moan Ae, fleld’s #tatement of how he attempiod| But if other rat imen think d Mim Anne Asie Lis to stop the express, Ills method] ferently please let them voice th a lag seems to be at fault, Ho is quoted us | opinion sit is, the manoeuvre eerily saying that he saw the home soma. | fated stop the traf t Pade th / phore set against him, and then he stance. GEORGE MW. | A Ae ae saw the rear slanal lamps of the S MpuCaueaet: ae ee Toca! 1,200 feet away from hin ; 7 when he saw lights he thre ‘ Toverse all the way over and appl air brakes, To do thet tn, 1 the @ureat way to ® #mashup. the reversc is applied and the| ‘Will you marry m bt out and says, Lucile, the Waitress —By Bide Dudley — by The Press Publi 1!" said Lucile, the waltres, as the newspaper man attacked his ham and Jeres, “I had a perposal of marriage ¥ from Lillie. ‘you ain't got no Here you come in this chow Joint and, right! where everybody can hear you, you ought to get beat it for his “Mister, 1 siya, perposals, but this one was the real low wearing iy ‘ yellow felt hat comes in h “desecrated” national emblem asa signal of private distress, sets right next to where A Brooklyn wife, whose husband, she claimed, ceased to |a’setting. When 1 fetch him his beans ‘ he looks at mo and says, ‘I'm lone- ihe kitchen Lillie says to be the cowboy’s bride, Lu- tell her to shut her fa custard ple Geo whiz, but I'm sore! vc you marry a ranchman?" the newspaper man, ot on your life, kid. all Into love ranch—not mi you're right.” That guy said he'd be in here again to-morrow morning. nope he forgets to come.” “Why not let Lille walt on him?" ‘Not on your ranch guy, saya, not noticing my | * runny ' little remark, ‘I’m from the trate—this being, we gather, exactly what she needed. According to! bia you ever see a big ranch?” 1 says. 'Thore's wrench out in the kitchen,’ he says, ‘You don't m A ranch ts a big piece of ieve they raise cattie, sheeps That's whore the cowboys ——me or her?" t back at him West shows. ize he wants a wife out on thé wrench, or ranch, or whatever 4t Is, tit ean't 1 was ma ve T get here T kis gets sedimental, or Vu her I'm a citt- couldn't get of a I Reflections of A Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copsright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), HE first thing the average bridegroom does after the honeymoon | 1s to put his conscience in his wife's name, The most effective cosmetic for any s, tenderly administered The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune Copyright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Ov, (The New York Evening World), THE WHITE VIOLETS, By Henri Murger. ODOLPHE was a great poet. He admitted that, hiniself, But no | publisher, or editor, or manager had the sense to realize ft. His verses, his books of poems, and even his magnificent five-act i Dlank verse tragedy, “The Avenger,” were all rejected with @ | terrifying promptness whenever and wherever he offered them for sale. | Incidentally, Rodolphe was in love. He was tn love with his pretty cousin, Ang His prospects for marrying her were rather small, for he | could sell none of his literary wares, and he had a settled income of only three dollars a month. He always spent this immense sum during the firat three days he had {t; and he starved for the rest of the month in his | windswept Latin quarter garret. One day when he called on Angela she told him she was going to @ ball one week from that night. Also, that white violets were her favorite flowers, and she wished she might wear a bouquet of them to the ball, | After that there was nothing for Rodolphe to do but to promise to send her @ truly wonderful bunch of white violets on the day of the ball. | On his way home he stopped at a florist's and priced yhite violets, He found that a bouquet of any size at all would cost 1 doses scparpaaacy’ He had no money, no prospect of getting } Whi. } any, and only one week in which to solve the probs > im. 3 lem of buying the bouquet. ‘oblem was no nearer solu. should fall to keep his word. i 1, the painter, on the very slight chance that a miracle might have brought Marcel some money, which the poet could borrow, |. Marcel, as usual, was dend broke, But he had a commission from a news |ly bereft widow to paint a picture of her dead husband, Marcel and the poet, by dent of much eloquence, persuaded the widow that she ought to have @ long epitaph written in verse to her husband's memory, and that Rodolphe, who was tho greatest epitaph writer in all France, might possibly be coaxed, | {nto writing it for her—for the ridiculously small eum of ten franca, | Rodolphe dashed home to earn the money for the white violet. But | hie windy garret was so bitterly cold that his numb fingers could not bold @ | pen, A great idea came to him. He threw the first act of “The Avenger” |{mto the fireplace and eet a match to it. Its blaze kept him warm enough to write the first three lines of the epitaph. By the heat of Act IL he wrote |ten nes more. But Act III. burned only long enough for him to add twe | lines to the poem, | “I always knew that third act wns too short,” he muttered critically, |"But by rare good luck, the fourth is the longest of all, It has twenty-three jecenes. | By the time the twenty-third scene of Act. TV. was in ashen all the epitaph but three lines was completed, And Rodolphe scribbled those three by the brief warmth of Act V. Then he collected his ten francs from the delighted, widow, rushed to the florist's and bought the bouquet ot white violets, They reached Angela just as she was dressing for the ball, She wore the bouquet thut evening, and {ts beauty caused m Tt attracted the notice of a man who otherwise would never } | twice at the girl. ‘This new swain devoted himself to Angela all evening. And, as a result, | she fell violently tn love with him. In fact, thanks to the violets, Rodolphe | was completely and permanently “cut out. al +=. ory | Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury tike a woman scorn Just a Wife--(Her Diary) Chapters From a Bride’s Life-Story. Edited by Janet Trevor. ¢ | ey | roo In oT aT e O RRA, The Jarr Family Gorin to Pow Fanang te fon ome Pom — By Roy L. McCardell i eleicialie Jay nuevas ee ees ae ie other evening, Mrs. Jarr bustled up to the door and ald excitedly: “Guess whom I met to-day? You never could think who it was!" Mrs. Jarr was smiling and seem- ingly in splendid spirits. “I can’t imagine who it was," re- plied Mr. Jarr, “but I'm glad it was some one that it was a pleasure to meet. You appear happy over the encounter, and #o I'm glad you were with a good old friend.” “Perhaps you wouldn't be so glad if you knew who it was, You used to grow wild with anger at the sight of him.” “Did 1%” said Mr, Jarr, carelessly. Wren Mr. Jarr came home the pleased to eee him, I'l] hold no spites.” “That's a very queer way to speak!" War, that mad game the world ao loves to play.—SWIFT. if the modern man would only love a little “too well” and a) t they any women out your! lttle less “wisely” there would at least be a lot more romantic excite : ment about it. Just at this psychological housecleaning season, when a wife begins admiring her husband's biceps, and telling him how “big and brave and strong” he is, it doesn't seem to move him—except to move him toward Memories are the canrmed food-for-the-soul on which most wives expected to subsist all through the arctic voyage of matrimony. No man need be @ good linguist in order to be a good lover; all he, needs is a long an! varied list of appropriate pet names and a good line of baby talk Somehow, when a man begins ¢ for her brilliant mind and beautiful cha | fo rush to the telephone and make an appointment with the hairdresser. dificult, nowadays, to make a married man \ng sentimental nonsense as It ts to make a bachelor begin, A man {s always so surprised when a woman tells him he ts fas- because he thought she just naturally took that for Coprright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World) | replied Mrs. Jarr, bridling up. “A very queer way, indeed.” a we "Why, no, it isn't,’ “T'm satisfied, so long as you like the person,’ ventured Mrs. Jarr, mysteriously, “F. D. of Flatbush, who always| wore a fancy waistcoat and @ bi watch chain acro: charm that had been presented to| him by his lodge in Flatbush?" aske Mrs. Jarr. more. “weet, if you want to know, it was! a worn, grayish face and nervously “Oh, welll So long a8 you are) oy pumeld.” twisting fingers. Sho fluttered acro you remember the time you carried on way from the corner?” asked Mrs.| think it's qt Jarr. )@ thing. But money from me to pay for the dinner) at Manhattan Beach he invited us| tor nervously, “won't you be sor: jboth of you be spoiled sapped Mrs. Jarr. “You always did hate him, One thing sure! He cer- | “you're crazy in love with your hu: ‘tainly was very fond of me. Very|ba' fond. He told me that, in despair, he| Un married twice, sinc only one he ever loved.” woman, Dearle, {s ca.ly applica | people,” sald Mri “Grace was a fine little girl!” { said Mrs. Jarr, “but at least you ¥ might have had more regard and re- oO” out of every one American is a baseball nut, apect for yourself (I will not say for me) than to flirt with creatures on} the street.” | the skins of charlotte russ: “Why, she’s married and has two children.” ling a woman that he loves her f ed hemes very nice little girl!" cried Mrs. ‘acter, she always feels im Jarr, “But you say yourself she 1s a married woman with two children,) have never heard of New York, which makes it mutual, and yet she stopped you on the street pains and made a show of herself!"” | ‘Although sought after for years, science has been unable to create a two children and you stopped on the street to talk to an old beau!” stop talk! Jarr, bursting Into tears. 4 +. "Phen, 1 adr Soames's story. You sce, though/It wasn't in b I closed my door as softly as 1) do t, I finished the letter, in Nature to put it It Was written by a widow, nan in our own circle of friends— Nn m had known before J 6—I have listened to Mrs.) .7 | knew how, she heard me when I left! ® | my room yesterday morning after the} ),,, ;, |turious quarrel between herself and er husband—who occupied the room next to mine in our Sandport board- ing house, And last night she crept | to me ag I sat in a dusky corner of the piazza and told me everything 1 am st deli going to write down. | tt me houe 1 ahewed We Oh, I wish I hadn't listened. I wish! could deny. I suppose I did all the | I hadn't told Ned I was too tired to go, hee Uselong thing syery wife does to walk with him after tea, I don’t) Ait he coull, way wae h TofS. Maes think the bride who peered into Blue-| Cella. { never loved her, A woman beard’s closet was any more unhappy} can’t understand, I never meant to or frightened than Iam at this mo-|hurt you--I never meant you to sad Mr. Jarr. ely meetings n She even i see her that “When I tell you it was F, D.?" “Who?" asked Mr. Jarr. it and a watch a better not say any) “Go far as you like,” replied Mr.| ment. For I have been looking into} Jarr. “Did he wear a wrist watch?” | the closet were, the skeleton of a! A I forgave him. I didnt get any tray miserable marriage hangs. A divorce. 1 had never cared for any ‘No, he didn't!" snapped Mrs. Jarr. | “Cel Soames isa little thing with} body else, and then"—a hard erept into the woman's voice—"T had to think of myself. I could get more the twilit piazza to me like a white, out of him by staying with him than moth, any judge would ever give me. “I don't thihk I remember him," said | Mr. Jerr, knitting his brows, “Duffer,| “Don't you enjoy this place, Mrs.; “I went to see that woman, I told did you say?” Houghton she began, nervously. “I) her if she ever dared speak to my d-again I would disgrace her h the courts, I made my huss |band promise that he would never ” ' |think it's charming—so quiet and hush: ‘DuMeld! Frank DufMeld! Don’t! peaceful. Tom and I have been com- | thre ing here for three yea Itke @ mantac because he had oalled| Then, suddenly, without any more) ses or write to her. me before I was married and! preface, she burst out: “bre, Houmh. | But"—1 heard a dry sob—4t ten'e | ton, I know you heard what Tom and! exaggerating to say that I have ne brought me an ice cream cone all the/ 7 euig this morning. 1 know youj lad another 1 moment. Tuas er that I mention ve got to talk to s I can't keep 1t to —it's killing me. You hear I want you to hear the rest 3ut Mrs, Soames,” I protested, | feel di ich | letter killed forever my trust in my {hu and, nd trust 18 to love what a| “Oh, I don't see how he could have }done it,” L eried, "But can't you ently? the lives of “Oh, yes; the guy that borrowed the | bods you fool if tt were sho demanded, ppose you had | proof that he was making love to 1; anybody can seo that. So you'll | some other woman while he pretended stand how lve suffered. |to love you?” he first year was heaven. The| “Oh, please don't, but I was the| jase two years have been hell, For at | am #0 } | the end of the first year I opened ono | had } “There, what did I tell you?" cried| of his letters, I swear [ did tt by | the s “ 0 Mr. elat?| "No, I won't,” she answered tensely,! “How. wo ‘That's right! Abuse Mr. Dumeld!"| | oy restless fingers picking first your — hushan her skirt and then at my own,/almost savagely. “ T moane@, “I I must go." For I ard Ned's cheery whistle down ve mistake, It came to the house and 1, Now | am asking myself two ques- Mr, Jarr. “And that reminds me, If) veri the ‘Mr. on the envelope for| tions: What can Ido to make Mrs, you met an old beau to-day, I met) yrs’ ‘The letter inside just besan| Soames happier? And—how would I an old sweetheart, You remember! ‘My Dear,’ and I had read the first) feel if her tragedy camo to me? Grace Wilkins?” | page before I realized that I was (To Be Continued.) “[ never went with that class of| a Jarr, teily. | replied Mr, Jarr, Facts Not Worth Knowing. By Arthur Baer. Copyright, 1016, by Tue Press Publishing Co, (Tho New York Evening World), “Oh, come now, I have no doubt you think #0,"! Experiments conducted with guinca pigs have demonstrated that are very indigestible. reatures?” replied Mr, Jarr. A camel drinks nothing but water, but you have to hand him credit for not forcing his theories on anybody els ‘Oh, I have no doubt you think she's A tribe of Pikipttange Indians recently discovercd in South America “But you are a married woman with! vaccine virus to successfully combat walters and coatroom boys, If concentrated into cansutes, the energy expended dy a motortet tn cussing a village's speed laws wool! be o » to shock the village sewina t Aud so itis, But why? circle for 432,857 years, f ah “That's totally different! said Mrs