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that REMBLING with excitement he for te insurance policy. i@ company’s physician, 43 candidate, inquired: “Do you dissipate to any extent? Are you what might De eatied a fast liver?” Hesitating for a moment, the candidate, in @ thin, piping voice, re- plied: “I sometimes chew a little gum!” There it is—the old, old story of But old as the story is we do n rate we do not act as though we realized it. The ancient truth was brought to my attention only the other day, and is why I am thinking of it at this time, A poor old grouch of a retired merchant was telling a small company of listeners what a “mean, miserable set the most of the people in his block were, and what a pity it was all that sort of thing. Poor old chap! ‘The world would be a great deal had sense enough to be sincerely thankful for the good and to keep as quiet as possible about the bad. It is not by cursing the bad but that we help the world along the better way. Grand old Epictetus used to say to his contemporaries: “Everything has two handles, a right one and a wrong one. Be careful and take hold of the right one.” And THIS is the right handle—that every one hes good and bad tn his make-up, and that !t is our duty to sound the bad on the soft pedal, while, with the pipes wide open, we bear down hard upon the good. It is the good alone that counts, the rest amounts to nothing. The world is helped along not by hate, fault-finding and contempt, but by lowe, appreciation and sympathy. It may be that, in spite of ourselves, the lips may now and then quiver with sympathetic sorrow, but let them never curl with the cynic’s scorn. We belong to one another not as critics and fault-findera, but as fe- low helpers and well-wishers, and a worth # thousand spent in cursing the bad. The good is the chief thing, and if one will love it and work for it in the spirit of charity the rest will take care of itself. Evening World Forum Letters From Readers on Topics Of General Interest FROM A TELEPHONE GIRL. To the Bilitcr of The Drening World: In answer to your article of May 14, “The Stump in the Telephone Ser- vice,” I wish to tell you the reason for it and the remedy. A telephone operator should be a young lady with a proper apprecia- tion of what is due the public and the importance of each telephone call. The salary the Telephone Company pays is so small that it only attracts very young girls An operator gets $10 a week and is in the company five and a half years before she gets $16 a week. She is compelled to work Sund-ys and holidays, for which she retuives overtime, which is the only way she can Increase her earnings. ‘The operators do not stay in the company because almost every other position pays more and no Sunday or evening work. The service will not improve until they secure the necessary number of operators to handle the calls, and this can only be done by paying sufficient | galary to make the position attract- ive. I dare not sign my name or there wil be one operator less, and I am ware I am needed. A TELEPHONE GIRL. COMPLAINS IT 18 NOT NECES- SARY FOR “BOYS TO Os.” "To the Bitttor of Tee Brening World: Is there no city ordinance which forbids the congregating of gangs of boys in front of one's home and dis- turbing the peace with an abnormal mount of noise? My sisters are at heme alone during tho day and are greatly annoyed almost daily by these gangs, who when ordéred away make remarks and refuse to budge. Upon complaint to the station house in the precinct we were informed that noth- ing could be done, there being no law te prevent these gangs from playing, and then the usual little speech which, when summed up, means “Boys will be boys.” From this gath- ered information, taxpayers are then co! to tolerate in front of their homes noises which these boys choose to infiict on law-abiding oe THE JEWISH SITUATION IN Po! LAND. ‘To the Witor of The Brening World: Your readers may not be aware of it, Dut readers of foreign language newspapers are daily informed of the distressing circumstances that pre- Vail in Potish territory, wherein every town sees its massacre of Jews, I do not wish to criticise any one, that opresentative Jews now in Paris know the situation “and are able to approach the repre- ntatives of the great powers for whatever relief they can obtain for the unfortunate Jews. It is strange, however, that these massacres con- tinue without abatement and not @ word or sound is raised against the perpetrators, an Allied nation which has become such only through the tn- termediation of this country. ‘When our country was without any alliance the late John Hay took his mighty pen and sent a scathing and forceful protest to Roumania for its jreatment of its Jewish citizens. Now we are in a great measure not only privileged but bound protest and terminate, if it ds wi our power, the continuation of the mediaeval custom of slaughtering innocents be- exuse of their religion. It is not a start for Poland These events, against which every decent soul re- bela, regardiess of race or creed, seem @ be irrefutable arguments for a T SHELAV. FEDERATION OF TEACHERS’ AS- SOCIATIONS THANKS EVENING WORLD FOR CO-OPERATION. Albany, May 20, 1919 Fo the Editor of the Evening World? ‘The Federation of Teachers’ Asso- clations, composed ot associations, embracing Jewish state in Palestine, ROBBER’ Nobody Is Perfect By the Rev. Thomas B: Gregory Copyright, 1919, by the Press Publishing Co, (The Now York Evening World). What a pity it is that he cannot imitate in his life and spirit the motto of the sundial: “I record only the SUNNY hours.” ft than fitty hes more than @ qmember- sat awaiting his turn to be examined , Upon getting round to the excited r human frailty. ve ot realize its truthfulness, or at any that people couldn’t be decent,” and happier and a whole lot better ff we by loving and laboring for the good single word of praise for the good is ship of upward of 14,000 teachers, de- sires to thank The Evening World for its hearty co-operation in the teach- ers’ fight for better conditions, which culminated in Governor Smith's ap- proval of the teachers’ bill recently. The Federation was the first to con- ceive of a State-wide bill establish- ing & minimum wage for teachers and The Eve} World was the first paper to coni® vigorously and gener- inthe city and in’ the Sais waite in city eo pK State will be However, this legislation is de- signed not so mugb to ald teachers a8 to rescue the schools from threat- ened collapse due to lack of teachers, and The Evening World was quick to recognize that such legislation helps to keep the wortd safe for democracy and our American democracy for mankind. ae ERNEST L. CRANDALL, President State Teachers’ Federation, HOME Saturday, May 24, PAGE Iwas DOING SOMETHING Dapor. Pur THar BoTTLe oF INK ON MY DESK woman is thrown | feat.” With the ‘help of & | Inspector Doping tw finds. clus | apd ‘later McCarty | Defore'the sccident occurred. | te Te Collin aw orders, | lett for Chicago.” The | daughter, Marion I fore. she disappeared. CHAPTER VOL 10 go to Chicaga, ho trace FEW days later McCarty started out to do some in- vestigating on his own hook, j Terhune bad been busy in his own way but he had negiected— at least so McCarty told his friend Dennis—some important clues, Tony, the young inventor, had been allowed to leave the apartment without being trailed and he had given very little thought to Mra. Foxe and her agitation | regarding the whereabouts af her friend Ivy Collins, McCarty bad neg- lected neither, for he had an inter. view with Mra Foxe and alao he visited the Grand Central, where he | had seen the porter of the train upon which Ivy Colling had left for Chi- ‘o on that eventful night. is individual proved to be an unctuous, urbane negro with a jovial face and twinkling eyes. He remem- dered the lady with gratifying promptitude from the description of her attire which MoCarty had previ- ously gleaned from the police notes, “Lots of folks been enquirin’ "bout dat lady,” he irked. “I thought to myself dere was somethin’ queer too.” “What did she look lket™ Mo- Carty allowed the yellow back of the bill he carried to show between ‘was jest d= lookin’, of yellow-browao eyes, an’ she walked like a queen! She asked me "bout a hundred ques- tions, an’ dat’s why I remember the young lady we carried along dat night so well.” So Mrs. Foxe’s anxlety had brought her here! McCarty had pot troubled to look over the later police reports, or he would have been prepared for this information, since she had doubt- less been shadowed. He reverted eens tested ae ng phe you mean by say! acted quecg?” Who Is the Girl Buried as Marion Rowntree? See if You Can Guess , the Answer to This Mystery Story That Is Filled With the Unexpected ‘the ward the “Well, when she first got on the train she seemed dazed like, an’ she had no more'n got to her section when she called an’ asked couldn't she have @ compartment to herself, Say glia felt sick, an’ she cert'n'y looked like it, white as a ghost an’ shiverin’, witb her eyes jest a-starin’ out of her haid. The compartments on all the sleepers was taken, howsomever, an’ she had to stay where she was. “I asked should I see if there was a doctor on board an’ she say ‘no’ an’ seemed kind of scared. I went down the aisle past her section after ever’- thing was quiet. an’ seem like I heard her groanin’ an’ sighin’. I wasn't real easy in my mind, sir, believe me! "bout two hours after, her bell an’ when I answered I see sine undressed, jest took her hat off, an’ her shoes. She asked me to send a telegram for ‘her at the noxt stop, an’ I give her a blank. She done try to write, but her hands was tremblin’ so she couldn't, an’ she got me to put it down for hew’ “Do you remember the méssage?” “Lawdy, I do, sir! I done repeat It to everbody dat came ‘round makin’ inquiries "bout her. It was to L. Platt, 1281 Leavitt Street, an’ said: ‘Plans changed. Not coming to you. Will write an’ explain,’ an’ signed ‘Ivy,’ She seemed to rest quiet after dat, but sure looked like a walkin’ corpse in the morning. “I brung her some coffee first en! from the diner but it didn’t hearten her none, an’ I thought she would dreak down altogether befo’ we got in, but she done pull herself toge*her somehow. After he tion was made up, she jest set there starin’ out of the window as if she was lookin’ at a ha'nt. It done give me the creeps to see her, sir, Dat young lady was in trouble, sure ‘nuff.’ “Did she notice any of the other Passengers?” "No, sir, I don't believe she even saw ‘em. She seemed dazed like I told you, as if she didn’t rightly know where she was, She tried to eat but she couldi’t, an’ when we pulled in to Chicago I looked to see her drop in her tracks gettin’ off the cyar, but we didn't, Bhe stepped out - Thank you kindly, sir! melt right into the crowd,’ “Was she dressed the same on leav- ing the car as when she boarded it here in New York? Long tan travel. ing coat, tan shoes, green linen dress, and red bat with a white veil?” “I didn't notice the shoes, sir, but she'd changed to @ dark blue silk dress, an’ put a black veil all over her hat, instid of the white one, That tan coat had a plaid lining, and she carried it folded inside out over her arm." “And you lost sight of her in the crowd?" “Well, sir, seem like sho went to- couldn't b McCarty left the station and walked rapidly up Madison Avenue and through to the entrance to the park. That he had nite time and place in mind was evident, for he glanced at his watch more than once and headed directly to the Mall. Purchasing @ bag of peanuts from a vendor, he descended the steps at the north end of the Mall to the sunken plaza with the huge fountain in its centre. No one was in sight Dut a trim nurse deep in conversation with a policeman, and playing about listlessly at quite a distance from the couple, a little boy in a white sailor suit, with a black band upon his sleeve and another about his hat, McCarty permitted himself in of satisfaction and seated himself upon a bench which was screened from the preoccupied nurse by a tall flowering bush, but in full view of her charge. He scattered some peanuts invit- ingly about at his feet and before long two sharp little eyes peered out at him from a neighboring tree, and with a flirt of a gray, bushy tail, @ squirrel approached and then an- other, The Nttle boy watched as if fascl- nated, and step by step drew near until he perched himself shyly on the opposite end of the bench, “Here, sonny, don't you want to feed 'em? They won't bite, c= Carty held out a handful of the nuts and the small boy slid confidently along the seat to his side, He was a thin little follow, with bdlue-veined temples and shadows about his great, wistful eyes. “I'm not afrai he announced. “We've got a lot of tame chipmunks up at our country place, Sister and I used to feed them—" he stopped suddenly, and turned his face away. “Does your sister come out he with you, and feed these little ras- cals, too?” McCarty asked without glancing at his small companion, “No, She—she’s gone away.” witiaye you nobody else to play n?” “The only boys that father ever Jets me play with have gone to the country, and Annie don't know how to play.” He looked with pitying disdain in the direction of his delin- quent nurse, ube, Just saike to pe Teal ised to have tots of sport YOu Muss Eve RYTH ' ce cin ! CALL You. on “UL GET A SPANKING, ROSALIND? Danpy NE To DROP Taco EVERY THING “Who's Tony? “Father's chauffeur, He was a— a crackerjack! He said we were real pals and he used to open up the long thing In front of the car and show me how the cylinders worked. He let me drive, too, sitting between his knees, when we were alone in the machine and the road ahead was all clear, Gee! It's great to have the wheel, and just feel you're makin; the car go! Tony let me have it al to myself, only with his hands ready, you k in case of anything bap- McCarty looked down at the eager ttle face, flushed now, and bright with happy memories, and his hon- est heart went out to the lonely child, but his purpose remained uppermost in his min “That must ve been great,” he agreed enthusiastically, “And where is Tony now?” “I don't know.” ‘The little boy’s “He went away, too. face clouded. Father sent him.” “Too bad!" McCarty thrust some more peanuts into the child’s hand. “Didn't your father like him?” “T guess he did at first, but father’s awful cross, moet ali the time. Tony was with us ever since last summer, but all of a sudden father got mad at him and he had to go. There was fierce row—but then there often is, our house,” The unconscious candor was iltum- testes and MoCarty made the most of i “Rows are bad things,” he observed, “but maybe this Tony wasn't smart.” The boy shook his head. “1 don't believe that was what was the matter. Only the day before he left father told Aunt Pauline he was the most com—com”—— “Competent?” ‘That's it! Most competent chauf- feur we'd ever had. And Tony knew an awful lot; more than father, I guess! He ‘vented something, all by himself—something to help make the automobiles go.” MoCarty dropped the bag of pea- nuts precipitately, Tony! Had he stumbled ‘upon a more significant clue than he had dreamed of finding? Could there be any connection between thie dismissed chauffeur and the young inventor, Mr, Antonio? “Walt @ minute, sonny, Maybe T know your pal, Tony, What does he look like? Would you know bim again if you should see him?” “I just guess I would! He's only been gone since last spring, He was awful tall, and his shoulders were as wide as this—" tho little arms stretched to their utmost, in uncon scious exaggeration, “He walked real quick, and he seemed to be leughing with his eyes all the time, as if everything was just fun.” “I guess he's the lad,” remarked MoCarty. “What color were his eyes, do you remember “They weren't blue like yours.” The child stared critically. “They were eort of gray, I think. Oh, if you know him, please gtve him ay love tell him Stevie wishes he'd come easy to link with each other the icCarty promised solemnly and Tose as hasty footsteps sounded along the path, “Oh, Master Stevie, this is quite too bad of you!” The nurse appe: and pulled her charge unceremoni- ously off the bench. “I've been look- ing you everywhere, and you know you're not allowed to talk to si e~ ers I never saw such @ child! urn my head away for a minute, and you're off!” “Hello, Mac!” Her erstwhile coin- panion, the park policeman, had sauntered into view, and blandly dis- regarded MoCarty’s warning signal. “Been tackling the kid, eh? Annie, this ts McCarty, who found: x “MoCarty!* The girl gieped/ her eyes round with consternation. “Whatever would Mr. Quimby say? Come along at once, you bad boy!” Dragging the child, she vanished precipitately around @ bend in the walk and McCarty turned upon his fellow officer in disgust. “Larry, you blundering fathead! Why couldn't you keep your mouth shut? “Sure, ‘twas surprised T was to see you! Whatever were you trying to pump the kid for? You'll get nothing out of him.” “No?” returned MoCarty #arcas- ticalty. “Til thank you to stick to ur trespassers and park bums, fare, nd not be butting in on my game.” “Your game, ts it? The other glowered. “Since when are you back on the f om McCarty pulled himself yrin a sheepish’ grin. “You'v up with a sheepish grin. u've pot the suspicious mind! What should I be trying to worm anything out of the kid for? The Rowntree matter is nothing to me, and the two of us was only feeding squirrels!” But as he walked away his brain was a-tingle with what he learned, More than one phase of the case which had been ob: re to him was clearing before his eye Stephen Quimby had asserted that there was something:wrong with his stepdaughter's head. ‘There was but one interpretation to put upon it, al- though a question remained, Did he Dolfeve it himself, or was It part of & diabolical plot, a plot which reach- ed its climax in that shattered body on the pavement? Upon one thing McCarty was deter- mined;. now, more than ever, was it imperative that Mr, Antonio be found, CHAPTER IX, ‘CARTY met his friend Den- nis shortly afterward and informed him that he was due for a vacation. “Mac! What is {t you're up to?” Dennis's eyes sparkled. “We're not ing” "We're off to Chicago on the mid- ht train” MoCarty cut him short, daventor has im us change.’ pire Foxe nor his wife won't fa ent kinds of molecules. small and those of oil are very large. They are made of great numbers of atoms, instead of only three apiece as water is, And the large molecules of oil find it very much more natural than with the molecules of OMMY never could. decide whether there were gnomes or not. Some of his playmates told him there was none, but, still in books it maid they did live. One night his mother had tucked him in his little bed. He had just fallen asleep when he suddenly woke up. There at the foot af his bed stood a gnome “Tommy,” he mid, “would you Mke to visit ast “Oh!” cried Tommy, “I should Ifke nothing better.” “Then follow me,” said the gnome. ‘Tommy followed him without a ‘word. They soon came to a crack in the floor, As he stood wondering how he could get in, he found himecif as small as the gnome, He followed him into the crack and found himself fall- ing. At the Dottom of the crack was the gnome’s house, He was welcomed by the gnome’s wife, She gave him a warm dinner and put him to bed. ‘The next day he went out for a walk, He passed gnomes mining for precious stones and chanced across & deep hole, He thought to himself, “It \y step te growing I jumped down that crack and didn’t hurt myself, why couldn't I JUMP) put 1 am satisfied to go; down this hole?” So he fumped, He fell and fell until! he came near the bottom and saw We're no nearer the truth than when the girl landed at my feet, and I'm wasting no more time running around in circles, I'm going to get that Ivy Collins if ahe's above the sod and make her come across with the truth,’ “Maybe she saw nothing and knows no more than us, this minute,” ven- tured Dennis, “Then why did she drop out of sight?” retorted McCarty, “She's either paid to keep out of the way, or she's hiding on her own account, and whichever it ta, by the Lord, I'm going to dig her out. I wired to that lad in Chicago, Joseph Pangborn, that Mrs, Foxe gave us the addrens of, but I got no answer, and we'll just have a try at the job, ourselves.” “rm with you!" Dennis cried. “Tl hotfoot it now to the Old Man and I'll bo at your rooms at eleven to-night ‘with my grip.” ““and don't bring ten bundles and a bird cage!” admonished MoCarty, “We're travelling light.” Dennis arrived punctually on the hour and found McCarty deep In bia own packing. “I've taken a section for the two of us,” the latter announced with grim satisfaction. “Me being fat, I'll havo the lower berth, and I'll thank yaa, Denny, not to drop your boots on me, 4s you did when we went to Washing- ton that time, after the lad that had old Throckmorten's diamonds.” “We got him, though!” Dennis ex- ulted, "You never went out after any one yet you didn't get them, Mac, and I've got @ hunch you're not going to fail now.” “Not if I can help it." McCarty rose, red-faced from strapping his bag. “The inspector has a couple of men out looking for the inventor fel- low and we'd do no good by staying here, anyway. I'm putting my two eyes and the sense I was born With against Terhune's science, and I'm going to follow the tratl to the end, Denny, but the Lord knows what we'll find there.” “We'll find the Collins girl,” assert- ed Dennis confidently. “You're think- ing Mrs. Doremus told the truth this afternoon, and that Quimby, who was her visitor the night of the murder, had nothing to do with it” “As far as she knows, If Marion Rowntree's body fell past her win- dow, like she says, Jt came from either the Foxe's apartment or An- tonio's, and between the two that have skipped lies the truth. Come on or we'll miss that train,” On the way to the station, he drew ® folied paper from his wallet and handed jt to Dennis “what's piati this? ‘Small gold and um mesh-bag, linked in aller nate squares, cab—something—emer- ald in top, monogram M. R, on sbield.’ What does it mean?" ‘Do you mind the time, soon after the murder, when I told you ‘twas funny to me that no purse or hand bag was found? ‘Twas unlikely Miss Rowntree would go out, no matter on what errand, without even a pow- der puff or @ thing to hold her small ‘Be Continved Monday.) The Evening World’s Kiddie Klub Korner Conducted by Eleanor Schorer Coprright, 1919, by the Press Publishing Co. (The New York Bening World). Why Oil Will Not Mix With Water-~ Ca ater are two liquids which are made of very dilfer- The molecules Tommy’s Adventure. in bis bed. It was morning sun Was shining. But although tt & dream Tommy believed in gnomes over after. THE STORY THE WIND TOLD ME. I was sitting by my window Aa the wind it whistled by; Ttepeemed to me I heard @ voles Of some one very nigh, Tt sounds to me like a human votes Of & mother olf and gray; And as I sit and listen | I seemed to hear her say: Twilight fast is falling = And « shadow o'er me steals, As I sit alone at And watch the dying: It reminds me that my time te meaty} And ready I must be To be prepared and mest my Ged Who died on the cross for me, My hair has turned to ailver And wrinkled is my brow; 1% ‘And my eyes have lest thelr glow; I did my duty well— T gave my boy, an only son; | For Liberty he fell. ‘My prayors I offer up each night, 1 know they're not in vain, That his dear soul may rest in peace, T ask it In God's name, | ae when io allo me to Mo th | No more to mourn or weep, s For I know the Lord's my Shepherd | And I am just His sheep, This ts the story the wind told me— 1 hope it will find favor withithes: ©, 3 VIRGINIA HOY, Perth Ambey, _ ¥ | THE CHILD AND THE 8UN- . FLOWER. ; |The dig sunflower turns to the light Its blossom, fair as @ star, I? The dear child loves the flower id | bright. © | God's own poems they are, f By MAMI WBHICKHR, aged twelve years, New York City, ‘APRIL CONTEST AWARD ~ } WINNER, fh * | “The Flower |. bike the Best.*.» « ‘In the midst of my little bower, | Blooming tn silent repose i) Stands a beautiful fdower— It is my own red rose. It is to me as the sun#hine - As it grows with a bright hue’ of For I wate it with pleasures onl} mine From break of day till the sun ts eet. | Grow on red rose! bring joy to all In the world—from East to West, For you I shall always call The flower I love the dest. By FRED SOLOMON, aged teen years, New York City, MAY ESSAY CONTEST, Subject; “What I Would Do If ft Were Rich.” Ten prizes of four Thrift Stam (the equivatent of $1.00) will awarded each of the TEN Kiddie j ! H { | Klub members, ages from 6 to 15 in- | the best ' ' { fom , 20% Were Rich.” A note from the teacher or pareit of the contestant, certifying that the ; essay has not been copied and that, ; to the best of thelr knowledge, the idea is original, must accompany each composition, Essays must be written tn ink and not exceed one hundred and (150) words, Contestants must state NAME, AGE, ADDRESS and CERTIFICATE ‘ | NUMBER, | Address Cousin Eleanor, Evening ' x | World Kiddie Klub, No, 63 Park Row, New York City, Contest clos May 30, HOW TO JOIN THE-KLUB AND’ OBTAIN YOUR PIN, | an) we