The evening world. Newspaper, July 5, 1918, Page 15

By the Rev. Thomas B. Gregory 118, by The Ir Pablint ¢ Co, (The Now York Evening World), RANSLATIONS of tablets in the University of Pennsylvania reveal the fact that women Mayors were regularly constituted public officials in Asia Minor 5,000 years ago, and to a good many people the “news” comes as a great surprise. We have been so accustomed to thinking of woman as man’s “silent Dartner” it is really difficult for us to look upon her in any other light. But with truth did Ida Tarbell declare at a Suffrage meeting not long ago, that “the idea that history is a man’s story alone is wholly erroneous.” Erroneous indeed. Erroneous with a vengeance! From the very beginning woman has taken her part tm affatra, She has had a hand in every game that has been played, and @ word in just about every diplomatic bout that has been staged. Not always seen, not ‘always down on the bill, bu, whether on the stage In plain view or hidden bebind the curtain, woman has ever managed to exert her powerfal influ- enees upon events, Directly or indirectly, openly or tn secret, by straight command or by roundabout suggestion, she has contrived to control the Cabinets that have shaped the course of history. Was it not the mother of the Graccht, rather than the Gracoh! them- selves, that crushed the proud aristocracy of the Eternal City and opened the way for the reform which finally came? ‘Was it not Cleopatra's ambition which led Antony to fight the battle that made Augustus the Master of Rome? In fact, such was the tmportance of the Egyptian woman's influence that the great Pascal declared that “if Cleopatra's nose had beon a trifle shorter the whole face of the earth ‘would have been changed. Everybody knows that Greece was the creator of the thing we call Civilization, that little Attica was the heart of Greece, that Athens was the soul and centre of Attica, and that Athens was practically summed up in the fMlustrious Pericles, but everybody does not know that Pericles got most of his big ideas and inspirations from Aspasia, the first real “New Woman.” Coming down to modern times, where can we find a coterle of more iMustrious names than that of Dlizabeth of England, Margaret of Parma, and the other Margaret of Savoy, and the unmentionable women who ruled the Capitian Court from Louis the Fourteenth straight down to the fall of the Bastile. And when the Red Terror burst upon the world, how tmmense was the part played therein by Sister Woman! Not to mention Charlotte Corday and Madam Roland, was ft not the women who led nearly all the movements from the famous march on | Versailles to the last bloody act of the Revotution? And in that other Revolution, the tmmortal upheaval that resutted m Such Is Life! wT (The New 1018. Pavhliehing Oe, York Brening World). By Maurice Ketten WHERE IS OUR DOORMAN 9 OUR NEW DOORMAN. GONe 2 the establishment of the “United States of America,” did not woman “act well her part?” . Every newly discovered bit of tnformation concerning that af tm- Portant affatr goes to show that in many ways the mothers, wives and sisters of the “Men of '76” did their full share in bringing about the down- | fall of King George and the founding of the great Republic. | Quits right was Miss Tarbell in telling her audience that history was | “not a man’s story alone.” The shamefully belated revelation of the part that woman has played in history must be charged up to the fact that woman had no press agent. Man wrote the histories, and in his inordinate conceit he consciously or unconsciously put himself in the limelight and left woman away back in the shadows, But the tide is turning, and as {t comes tn {t ts bringing the long- suppressed truth about woman's contribution to the making of history. Yy woman has made history galore; but the work she has done tn this direction is small in comparison with what she is destined to do in the coming time. | BEEN DRAFTED Yes, HE WENT TO Do WAR WORIT HE CAME UNDER THE FIGHT oR WORK LAW Yes, EVERY MAN UNDER FIFTY AUST WORIK ~ DooRMAN 'S NONESSENTIAL CLASS THis Tine | SEE You've GoT ANOTHER, DOORMAN Yes, | THINK He 1$ OLD Women a Success as Electrical Engineers OMEN are a success in the ing the past four years the mumber of feminine members of the engineering staff of one of our larg- est electrical manufacturing com panies has gradually increased, for it has been found that they have a distinct aptitude for mathematical amd engineering processes, the Elec- “Mrical Experimenter reports, Moat of those employed by the company mentioned are colioge grad- Sycamore Finds Refuses (Copyright, E. P. Life Very Hard When a Certain Girl to Smile SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, Dutton & Co,) cowboy, takes excoy when town of Harkamore elects @ Mexican uates, and all of them at the outset homtiledeawosira ie Heading citer hire “Lin “Martin and tus tie a ‘maintain onfer if the Meaicat on th were assigned to one group. ‘Their er mas by lartin, OA, teat Fello first tasks were translating, refer- the opparitien hee Gut Of & Job, induges Martin aud trayal of the two, “ emee work and computations, from which they advanced to the telephone transmission tests. Later came drait- ing and follow-up work in the model shop. Then to the physical laborator: where experimental work on te ron phone switchboard lamps and fla- | fom ments in general require deft fingers as well as agile brains. This opened @ train them “in Jail ton Visit’ Martin and io Tntuate When she. 8a’ pillar (oO post, ca bin irom cayLure, the way to the many other strange | CHAPTER XV. and delicate tests of clectrical ap- (Continued) peratus. HERE had been @ ttme when “Recently there has been a grost Sycamore was welcome at San een ee Pior versus Toasces, Ignacio, but times had changed mast be manufactured under labora- and the only face he looked tory conditions. |tor was nowhere to be seen. : ‘The men stood aloof in sullen groupe as he rode boldly up the trail, the | women peered out from behind half- closed doors, and old Chief Juan, his | taco set and inscrutable, recetyed him like any stranger, As for Sycamore, CANNING BOOK FREE To Evening World Readers lit he bad expected a more cordial NATIONAL jreception he did not show !t, but CAN ae | greeted the Capitan formally and wt Geet BRiay quietly on his horse. | Of ali the Indians in Arizona the desert Papagoes are the most inhos- pituble and claunish, and their hearts, | are easily swayed by jealousy and dis ‘trust. ‘he white man had dered to woo a Papago; he had brought tn the jolicers and rangers, and now Jeven the Capitan, who bad taken bis Urt wt first and shared his ill-gotten Was anxious im olf, gold What you want id. All the steps in canning are not] “On, nothing, nothing,” answered only deseribed but illustrated (as In) sycamore, shrugging his shoulders. above picture “The Dip") in| “Huh runted the Capitan and the book fome Canning and Dry- looked out over t pain. ing of Vegetables and Fruits,"” pr you go?” he sald at last, pared by experts of the National! re," shrugged = Sycamore, War Ga:den Commission T just onme hers i. This booklet will be given free of | Ai to gee my friend the 7 Ke to Evening World an.” A light of interest came into who have only, to ef Juan's eyes, but he was silent, ed be 80 ANG REAen When 1 was before,” contin- Teva wish it mailed to you gena| ued Bycumore, apitan Juan, was @ two-cent stamp and your naine|™y friend, ‘He took ‘me in when and acdresa, to the National War| Was hungry-—he eared for me when [ Garden Commission, Washington, D,| W468 burt—he hid me when [ wag Gy and the booklet w sent to you,| hunted, Muy bien, Bycamore dos WORLD OFFICDS: not forget. I have come to bring a Information Bureau,Pulitzer (World) | Present—but if the Benor Capitan ts Park Row, displeased [ will go away.” 1399 Broadway| He reined in his horse as tf about |to go, but the old chief held up his hand, A memory of a bar of gold came back to him, and he knew that Building, No. 63 1s Uptown Office, No. « (northwest corner 38th Street) Harlem Oifice, No, 105 West 125th Street (near Seventh Avenue), Bronx Office, Street (near Third Avenue), No, 410 Bast 149th Sycamore had more, “What is this present,” be asked, cn away to boarding #: Then’ Sam slouch. « t Up the bunt 4 ool, nines Uirewn. Tier {rendabyy Deging to But puruwit of Lrowa coutiuuey and be w driven “Something that ts stolen? Muy malo pretty soon come ranger-man— come deputy—take away-—put Capi- tan in jail!’ What is it? a » thin answered ently, “It ay noth- tan—nothing but @ gift from a friend. And since the Bift is not welcome’ He paused and shrugged again. “Where you come from? de- manded the Capitan roughly, He was beginning to sense the gold, “Muy lejos,” sighed snore waving his hand toward the ea “very far!” And then he sighed again. “You hongry? inquired the old A man, his eyes beginning to burn. “You want coffee? Muy bien—get down. Pretty soon—women cook.” So Sycamore found his way back; and out in the brush-covered cook house he found Francisca, though she never looked up from her work. Old Tia was there also, but she turn- ed away from him, and the old chief was low in his mind. ‘The breakfast n silence, without a word of » for the food, and the minute it was over Sycamore rose up and stopped outside. Behind him followed the Capitan, still studying on some- thing in his mind, and the several cigarettes’ before frame it into words, nor Americano know iny daught “$i Sénor,”” ri gravely, The old man pause * he began, “you no?” and pondered a long time now, watening him from under his eyebrow “You 1 my daughter—your wife?" he asked ut last, but Sycamore had read his black heart too weil to fall into such @ trap. “It would be a great honor, Senor Capitan,” he replied, “to marry the daughter of Chiet Jv She is a good woman and whoever gets her will be lucky, but my mind is other things. J n ® * on a long Journey and cannot mi y now, I am going very fur, amigo, and pe: haps I may never come back. So I have come to bring you a gift and say farewell to your daughter.” He got up as be spoke and walked slowly over to bis euddle-bags, and the old chief watched him like a hawk. Then from the depths he fetched up a little bundle wrapped in anvas and returned to his former seat. The package was small and heavy and he hefted it thoughtfully 4s he sat idly in the sun. Inside that Little roll was a solid ingot of goli— his last—dug up from his cache in old chiefs favor. If he invited him in to see his daughter, well and good; if not, a silk handkerchief would do as well. It would pay for all the friendship that he got, So he sat there, waiting, and pitan Juan stared at him hard. He was a crafty old fox and understood the situation well. “When you go?” he inquired, his © wrinkling up in a sudden smile. Poco tiempo,” answered more, meaning any time between ten min- utes and ten days, and the Capitan rose to his feet. “Come,” he said, and led the way to the kitchen. There he spoke rapidly fu in Papago and went abruptly out, while Tia got discreetly busy with the dishes. Desert Willow washed her hands and came to meet bim, but sting was formal and re- They shook hands, glanced at each other shyly, and then sank down on @ bench to gaze bashfully at Tia. Lut this world was not made to order for lovers and Sycamore de- cided to make the best of it. “How're you comin’, Francisoa™ he ed, reaching steatthily for her nd, « d while the ag@d duenna scoured the pots and ollas and sighed at her lot in life the lovers drew closer together. It was costing them about a hundred dollars a minute, if the Capitan wanted to nidge, but Sycamore was fully satist “You're lookin’ mighty — pretty, Francise: Suggested — Sycamore, drawing closer as Tia passed out the door, “I come a long % tp see you—and mebby I won't see you again, How about"— He paused and looked at ber more closely “What's the matter, chiquita?" he whispered. “Don't you like me no more? You ain't going to quit me, are you, and marry one of these muchachos? Can't ‘you give me a kiss, sweetheart? You know T stole hat other one. Well, all right— but what's the matter? boii “I have many troubles," answered Mrancisea, turning her downcast face away. “Trowbles with 1.y people. troubles with my father—troubles with you. I am forry now that I Went to school--all the time I ain dissatisfied. My father ts angry t ® I will not obey him—the bd ple do not like me-and no one will speak me English! Ob, T am #0 lonely to talk English—but no one ever comes," 0°, you're plumb wasted ont here!" assented Sycamore, “You're too educated for this bunch. D'ye hear from yore old friend, Miss Kel- logs, now? No? Well, she's aff right and you remember what she said Don't you throw yourself away on no ignorant muchacho—-you Jest walt till some man comes along that can buy you an electric flatiron, " He dived down into his pooket and flashed his wedge of gold, but ahe only shook her head, “Miss Kellog taught me that tt ts wrong to steal,” she said, suddenly fixing him with her sad eyes. “That 4g why I am sorry—for you.” “Huh! You don't call robbin' mi. rales stealin’, do you?" demanded Sycamore indignantly. “You don't think I'm a thief, do you? Ump- umm! When I want anything T take my gun and go after it—bvut I'm no petty larceny emeak thief, not by a long shot!" “And then you shoot people,” con- tinted Fra hopclessly, live with bad men—and the rangers come out bh to catch you On, L Was 80 ‘shamed when Mr, Slocum ne! He said you were a bad mar nd ought to be ent to prison—end then [ told him ‘No!’—and he told me all you had done. { was sorry then that I had ever known you—lt made me cry—and to-night 1 will cry again. I was your friend then, and T felt so sorry for you, but--but*— “Oh, you w me to go away, co you?" s sted Sycamore, getting up suddenly to look out at his hovse, “Don't want to talk with no hold-np, hey?” he inquired sardonieally. “Thia here gold don’t look good to ycu, now, does 11?" He flashed the bright wedge of gold and grinned triumphantly, but sbo refused to answer with a smile. “It is wrong to \\" she repeated gently “loam «ery " “Well,” sald Sycamore, dtting down beside her and trying to enter her mood, “I'm sorry too, It don't pay— that's the size of it, There's nothin’ In this hold-up ga I wish to God I was out of paused a min ute, but there ence and Desert Willow sat ve You'd like me better then, wouldn't you, Francis * he ventured. “Wouldn't you?" 1 Tia came in with the 1,” he sald at last as the silece ressive, “T reckon I better Saw yore good-lookin’ riend groin’ to git the ‘n they’s nothin’ around hero He re and waited for her . but sho di n look Sorry I h * he mutter ‘Too bad in't an Injun.” Then as she sat oved he jammed on his hat and was gon The Capitan met him outside the door, grinning evilly, and Syeamcro handed him the gold. He swapt the horizon with his fleld gi S, paused to stare at the east and back Into the ease ‘Mira,” he said, motioning tmpa- tiontly to the smirking chief. “There comes the Capitan of the rangers on gO. apped them Yes, | GoT ° ON DRA THis Tine CRAIG KENNEDY’S STRANGEST CASE BEGINS NEXT MONDAY A Story of False Clue LL of us like to make good im- Pressions on the People we meet, and of quite as much im- portance as one's Manner and speech ts one’s personal appear- ance. To be neatly, attractively and mod- ishly garbed sends one half way on the road to @ successful per- sonal attraction. Morning frocks are as important of con- sideration as the dressier afternoon or evening frocks, al- though many women save thelr time and thought and money for the latter, not re- alizing that people form impressions of them In their morning clothes fust as much as they do when dressed In fancy at- ure. At a summer resort trim little frocks to wear in the morning are good, made of a washable material No matter how pretty a frock may be {ts charm ie lost tf worn when solled, For the design I am offering to-day & large checked cham- bray gingham ts sug- gested for the bodice and trimmings,-with a skirt of plain white French crepe or soft linen, The bedice ts Moyen-age style, with the natural waistlise OVER T AGE the points of a plaited organdy jabot are tucked out of sight, To etve fit to this bodice darts are run upward each side of the front, letting out ful- ness above the scalloped white bands that conceat them. The skirt, which is @ plain straight model gathered @ little all the way around, has two roomy pockets of gingham that are both a convenience and a trimming. Bands of organdy top the pockets. “my trail When he gete here tellhim down at Yuma for @ little old tan Tam tired of hiding. If he will tstk thousand dollars, Got any more in- with me, make @ smoke and [I will dictments against him Ineet him acros the line.” “No, but we might extradite him — into Mexico for that ohn eo: XVI, Sam Slocum is workin’ on the case. CHAPTER } . f.Lum will come through we can get 'T was a black day for Sycamore pim pardoned, but if he don't—well, as he sat on @ little bill aerpas;you know what they'd do, to Bim in the Line and waited for Led, Myxter “Una,” mused Sycamore, “T reckon Ruggles, After all his'burdships y qo) put you'll never bluft old Lum. serve bis sentence and dig up and fighting, his wounds, his flights, 110'll his bidings in desert lands, it had that money and you'll never see him comme to this—walting to give bimeelf no more, He'll git awey with it all” up! When Desert Willow had bean bis Sycamore spoke with a setted con- friend it had seemed a trifle, but new viction, and for once in his life he she had turned against him—she could was right. Lum Martin got three not stand for a thief. off for good behavior, was re- So he sat, heartbrok d several days before his extra- ing to and fro, until L papers came and promptly in from across the Line t of sight. “Well,” he said as he climbed wear mid Sycamore, “Cm sorry Ny up the hill, “I bear you want to ke you so much trouble, Lee, come in.” but 1 guess I won't come in.” “Might,” answered = Syramura, = “Ciet’ you anyway menaced the “What can you do for me?” ranger, standing up and eyelng him “Who? Me?" demanded the ranger brusquely. “Not a thing! If you'd've come in when I asked you I'd've Jet you down eany—now I won't promise you nothin.’ watchfully. “Not while I'm tn Mexteot™ an- swered Sycamore shortly, and he slipped In behind a rock. The captain of the rangers smiled, He cast himself down on a rock and ly his face became frank. rolled a cigarette grimly, declared, "if you wa, “You're no good to us now,” he ld come pretty nigh went on as moore sat linp and I wish you wasn’t such @ silent. “If you'd've come through and convicted Lum Martin we'd've treated you like a king now you can yore medicine, like the rest of ‘eu in't no crook!" retorted Syaa- houy. “Who did I ever do? ot the dirty end of it every “And supposen I don’t come t No, | ain't po crook! ‘That's suggested Sycamore mildly why [sent for you—I'd lke to square “What has happened to olf Lam? inysel? if T could!" inquired Sycamore after a pause. Well, you can't do tt!” replied “He got ten years—Jack Haines Rules shortly, He sat down on bis the same, And Haines is wanted in rock und stroked his musts Texas too.” thoughtfully. “I'll tell you Sy« “I thought Jack wns goin’ to tes- said at inst, "i tell you what you' fy aginst him!” up against You might get out from ope. They both stood pat.” unjer on that train robbery count. uh!" grunted Sycamo.e, “That but when you broke open the jai shows what @ liar Sam Glocum is— and Irt out Bravo Juan you got yore. he told me that Haines had con- self into a jack-pot. T don't care feowed, Where's Bam now?” what ye oo war—you tu: “Over in Callfornia, ‘Never did find that loot, did he?” "t Know anything about it?” way to on us and b bly square vourself and that is| Not @ thing, Never did. So Lum —bring him in! You catch me that got ten years, eh? And wouldn't Mexicun and put him acrows the line, come through with it then! By Joe, and I'll square you with the district 1 bet there was @ lot of money in attorney! sacks ope. The express company says “Sure enourh fightin ht flashing in his eyes. erted Sycamore, there was lews than nine thousand.” "Can you do {t? I'm seairt of them *Well, [ know better!” cried Byca- Inwyers, Lee they'll ketch me on more excitedly. “I"——— He stopped, somethin? else!” and Ruggles grinned at him quizzi- No, [ll gi you my word, Sye cally. and I'll tet! you how Loan do it, It's “You put ft In, eh? he suggested, the Governor that wants this Bravo and Sycamore bit his tp nts him bad," “No, but I bet Lum would never n!” sald Sycamore, spend no ten years in that hell-hole ontinued Friday) OF THE GODS and a Plot Tnat Falled Original Fashion Designs For The Evening World's Home Dressmakers By Mildred Lodewick Comrtght, 1918, by. The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Prening World) Yim | Dainty Dress of Washable Material. 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