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Wbom It Helps or Hurts. Extra! A Bedbug Explodes! Many Lives Are Lost Qot Too Near the Stove After a Swim in Gasoline and Caused the Chicago Fire Crib Horror —That’s One Theory. has nothing in the cupboard to feed her children whom this disaster has left fatherless and hungry. The crib in which all but 20 of these men were asleep when the alarm of fire was sounded was a temporary affair of wood and a veritable ore trap. The crib stands in Lake Michigan, a mile and a half from shore, just half way of the length of a tunnel which is under construction and which is to be used in connection with Chicago’s water supply. The tunnel work is being done by a private contractor. A quantity of dynamite was stored in the crib, and whether this exploded and set fire to the crib or whether the crib caught on fire and caused an explosion of the dynamite has not yet been deter mined. Os course there will be an investigation and an effort will be made to fix the responsibility so that these widows with hungry children will know who to sue. ■ There isn’t much likelihood, however, of anything being offered them unless they do sue and divide with lawyers, judging from the progress that has been made so far in fixing the responsibility. The United States engineers’ office is not responsible, according to the chief clerk, who says: The United States engineers’ office issued a permit for the erection of the crib, bat we merely see to It that buildings of this kind do not obstruct navigation. The city engineer denies responsibility as follows: My department supervises the work done at the crib to see that it was carried out In compliance with the terms of the city's contract. That was the extent of our inspection. The building commissioner exonerates his department in these words: The building department sent no inspectors to the intermediate crib be cause it has no jurisdiction over buildings erected in the lake, or If It has Mich jurisdiction 1 nevar heard of It. The chief of the fire department claims exemption like this: It is not the duty of the fire department to Inspect structures such as the Intermediate crib. In this case we never were called on by the building de partment to do so. The deputy building commissioner shifts the blame to the public works department, saying: The public work* department of the city Is responsible for euch a etruc ture. It wae epecifled In the contract with George W. Jackaon, of the con struction company, that precautions should be taken against fire. There wae no specification that the structure be of steel. And the contractor excuses himself in this manner: > It would be absolutely Impossible for me to erect a steel crib for tem porary purposes unless It were paid for by the city. If the city had been willing to pay for a steel crib I certainly would have had no objections to erecting It In the absence of no one being to blame from whom damages could be collected or who could be sent to jail, a theory haa been advanced that it was bed bugs who were to blame. It is claimed that gasoline put into the cracks of the floor to exterminate the bugs was possibly carried by them too near the hot stove in the crib. The coroner’s jury may possibly, therefore, blame the bed bugs. No one else appears to have been in any way responsible. ALTHOUGH: There was little Are apparatus on hand: The fire extinguishers proved useless; Through the careless handling of dynamite explosions had been narrowly averted on many occasions; The building was thrown together in shabby fashion; Blasts in the tunnel rocked and swayed the crib as though it were a piece of paper; The only method of escape in case of fire was an aerial tram way which would carry but a few persons at a time and was slow In operation. When resorted to the tramway wouldn’t work. NO ONE TO BLAME, BUT EVERYBODY WILL SYMPA THIZE WITH THE WIDOWS. SINCE the accident and SINCE the morgues of Chicago are crowded, it has been suggested that it would not have been a bad idea if the crib in which these men were caught like rats in a trap hid been built of some material other than wood. Steel or even brick for the purpose would no doubt have been the means of saving many lives. Remembering that the crib was built of wood and that it was •ure to burn to the water s edge, many of the men lost their heads and jumped into the icy water, whereas had the building afforded better proof against the flames they might have waited for the tug Which came and took a number to shore. Suggestions for protecting the lives of men engaged in such hazardous pursuits are found though, as in this case, to have been made SINCE the accident—never BEFORE. The work must go on, and perhaps the next crib WILL be of steel. Perhaps, too, it will have been suggested that dynamite lying around where there are men at work is DANGEROUS. If, then, this latest tragedy costing the lives of so many work ingmen, together with that ot recent date in a West Virginia coal mine, shall have the effect of impressing the lawmaking bodies now sitting the country over with the fact that too little consideration is given to the lives of the men who have to risk them for a living, these 70 muckers will not have died in vain. j mm 6i mt people, j g I, i -*-■ •«•«••••■• »•••••• " Would Hava Mr*. Andrea Act. To the Editor of The Time*. in your paper ts Tuesday evening I notice Blahop Williams. in an ad dress before his church club, up* ik.j Os the great wed r.f a woman proba lion officer'for our Juvenile court. I .heartily agree with him, ami instantly the thought came in my tnlnd who could better fill auch a pla< e than our Mr*. Annie I„ Andrus? A wide-awake, bright tdttun, of entmre and reftno ment> of laige acquaintance in our city, and Interested in every point which tends to the her ferment there of, sympathetic and charitable to \ marked degree, young girl offender* ' would find In her a careful, Just and warm-hew Me<| friend Wqr women do •o want to help make the world bet- According to the latest report at least 70 men lost their lives in the Chicago crib fire disaster. The majority of these men were married and engaged in earning a living for themselves, wives and children. Consequently, in many a Chi cago home today there is a grief stricken, widowed mother, but worse than that, a mother who ter. If the men will only give us a chan e. iMKsv Kate .\1 LAW HENCE. Fresh Supt., W. C. T. U J Letrolt, Jan. 21, U*uy.' And None the Other Way. The woman opiated to suffrage for J her s r\ explained thut she preferred a husband to a vote. "IVrliaps | would, t«K>." replied th< agitatoi for the cans* "Hut 1 have a fighting t haneu tor the vote —Phila delphia Ledger What He Meant. "What do you mean by staring at * my pnrtnrr so?" "Your partner happens to be my wife —that is my only excuse"- File gende Hlatter Agreed. "You were crax.v to marry me," boasted she "I realise that now," he admitted.— Washington Herald. Editorial Page of the Detroit Times f* \/'AK SPEAKER, WHO.DBR6S > |#> |T<?CA5 t ASPARAGUSOnAt’y Perplexity. Mike (ae someone knock* —Sure!. If oi don't answer, ut's some wan t' give me a Job, an’ If 01 do. It's the lan’lord afther the rint." —Life. • • • A Shock That Might be Fatal. "Doctor." said the convalescent, smiling weakly, ♦.‘‘you may tend In t your bill any day now.” "Tut! tut!" replied the M. D., si lenclng hia patient with a wave of hla hand. "You’re not strong enough yet."—Leslie's Weekly. • • • Pretty Slow. Horace L. Moore was lieutenant col onel of the noted Nineteenth Kansas Cavalry. He could lead men for a lorjger period without rest, on a single ration of cheerful good humor, than any other officer. Though not given I to Jokes, he was the reputed author of as many artonishers as the great Lincoln One time, on the march, he sent an orderly with a message to an officer at some distance Before the man was out of hearing. Moore shouted: "Hey orderly! Come back here?" He came galloping back, sitting limply in the saddle. Moore dropped his voice, and as suming a half confidential manner in quired: "Orderly, in the course of your life have you ever seen a snail? ' "Yes, sir,", was the astonished re ply. "You met him. then." replied Moore, "for you'd never overtake one!" —Kan- sas City Journal. • • • Sidelights on Immortals. At a meeting of the French academy a short time ago the "Immortals” had I assembled and were conversing In formally on the subject of the elec ! tion of anew member w hen a well No game today; rain. • • • jarnen J. Hill say* the farmers are well off He means probably that thev are well off and don't know It. • • • Thirty-two thousand New York teamsters are prepared to strike the instant they get the official "whoa. That house appropriation for a $12,000 automobile for Taft apparently •should have'carried an extra wheel. It has been punctured In the senate. • ■ • The oldest mall carrier In the country lives in Springfield. Ohio. He Is 91 years and Is said to be still able to read the finest writing on a postal card. ... It wouldn't make so much difference to the Inaugural parade If Gov. Warner didn't happen to be In it. From the condition of the state treasury Michigan had better wait and get In line when somebody sets on foot another Coxey'* army. FT - r— —If 1 whatN _ —.. \ w .. Q Ido you h now \ • Q „ ' * y P ~Et^ W HO DARES CAST ASPARAGUS? Here’s a Smile for You From Another Point of Vie\r known writer entered the room He greeted his colleagues, who smiled broadly upon hun Presently the smiles became laughter and It dawned upon the writer that something about him was the cause of the hilarity. Good natured explanations followed, and then, stroking his left cheek, the late arrival said: ‘i fancy you are right. I had not finished shaving when l thought of the election here today and rushed away, with the work un done.” "Don't worry,” said one of bis friends "Remember Pasteur, who condoled with a woman who had just lost her husband, and thinking for the moment that it was the son who died said: You are the more to be pitied because he was your only one.' —Chicago News. • • • Failure of College Education. "Well," observed Old Man Potts. "I've spent a heap of money on my boy Bill s education, more u nine hun dred dollars jest to see him through Yale. And I ain’t through yet. It shorely makes me sore to think of the money I'm wastin’ on a hoy who ain’t got as much sense now as he had before he went to college." "What's the matter, father?” aJked Mrs Potts. "Mebbe you’re a little hard on Bill." "No, I aifi't, Mary." answered the old mau. ".lest to show you-—a little while avo I says to him I thinks It was going to tain tomorrow What fool answer d'ye suppose he made to me?" "I’m sure I don’t know, father ” "He begged my pardon:”—Harper’s Weekly. Briquets of compressed calcium car hide. which the maker avers will keep indefinitely, are a recent Invention In Vienna cA Chip of the Old Block TODAY S BEST STORY. A minister who had a somewhat parsimonious congregation once in duced the Rev. Sam Jones, uh eccen tric lecturer and evangelist, to come aud preach for him. Just before the sermon was to be gin the usual collection was taken up, and found to consist mostly of nick els and pennies, together with a lib : eral sprinkling of buttons. The Rev. Sam gluneed contemptu ously at the baskets as they were , placed on the edge of the platform I near his chair, and theu, turning to the minister in charge, he asked: ! "Is that a fair sample of the collec tion you get in this church?” 1 "Yes,” was the reply. ”1 should say that Is about the average. My peo- Iple are not very liberal givers." "I see they re not.” remarked Sam dryly. "But do you know what I’d do if l were pastor over a congregation ;of this kind? Why, I'd hunt up the meanest, leanest, ugliest, loudest bark ing yellow dog I could find and set him on them.” The minister put his open hand up beside his mouth, leaned toward Ills brother clergyman and responded In a stage whisper: ’ That is just what l had thought of doing Sic ’em. Sara." —Cleveland Leader. Sayings of a Cynic. You may guess what h woman Is, hut that's your limit. He Isn't much a a baker who eats all the bread he kneads. And It sometimes happens tuut a man Is married to hls hoes Many a man with wheels thinks he 1 is the whole political mat bine. 'fni more money a man has thy (more he Is abused —and the less he ! cares. It takes a wise man to write a let ter to a woman that doesn t mean I anythin*. When a woman writes a letter she puts In all the useless words she can think of. The average man begins to sit up and take notice when he hears a noise like a silk swlrt. And the world would be Just as well off If some stage-struck people were hit by automobiles. ft sometimes happens that a mar riage license furnishes a man with a good excuse for trying to drown lus 1 troubles The patient seldom knows anynung about the medicine the doctor gives hltn —and neither does the doctor, once tn a while. The yest ll'OS rounded out thirty jears of telephone service in New I York city. i , v “SAMSON’ mi— - - O'BRIEN (A novsllxatlon of the play now running at the Criterion Theater. New York, by Henri Bernstein. author of “The Thief anti "Israel.' 7 published by permission of Charles Krohinan.) CHAPTER XXl.—(Continued.) I. y| NDKK such conditions my duty lla j wai clear. It eeemed to me. I §1 1 ! stopped the panic and here I | ] am. Had 1 coutlnued aud fol lowed your Instructions blind ly what would have happened? Copper would have gone down to 600; yes. but you would have wiped out a \ast number of fortunes. Tomorrow those poor people would have been forced to sell everything. That made the baron come forward, and had I continued to sell the stock under his support would hH\e rebounded and you would have been left behind with jour entire fortune gone. I tell you. sir. I know what I am talking about.' Resolves to Sacrifice All. Deveaux was very much lu earnest, and Urachard saw that the situation was more critical thau he had expect ed. He walked angrily up and down the room, torn between the desire to avenge the dtahonoi that Govain had brought upou him aud the prospect of losing his own fortune, it was then that there came t«* him the blble story ot Samsou. the man who grappled in his mighty arms the pillars of th« temple In w hich his enemies wer * gathered and brought it down in ruins upon them, sacrificing his own life in the effort. His own temple was on** of gold, which he hud built up by hard toll, by constant buttle, and the pillars were under hla hands. Should he break them and bring his temple dowu \o overwhelm him the while It killed i his enemy ? Deveaux watched him as he paced the floor. *1 thiuk It is lucky the baron warned 1 us," he said. “1 will go back to the Exchange now and do whatever you say. 1 await your orders.” Bracbard stopped and braced him self as if for a shock, looking ut the broker. •My orders are the same.' he said ••Sell copper until it reaches #00.” 1 "No. no!" Deveaux exclaimed. "This is serious. Ido not persist.' "I've listened to you cheerfully; you don't understand the situation, Bruehard said in explanation. “Good heavens' there ts only one possible outcome,” Deveaux cried. "You will be ruined.” "I have my own views on the sub ject." Brachard said calmly. "But you will lose. Mr. Brachard; you will lose!” Deveaux cried. "You have one of the richest men in the ! world pitted against you. And what I Is more Incredible to me Is that 1 real lze that you. too, are sure that you will lose. It Is Incredible that such tntelll :gence as yours” "We are wasting valuable time." I Brachard interrupted. "This thing has turned your head." Deveaux exclaimed. "I believe your strength has made you mad. You are 1 no longer satisfied to predict events j You wish to mould them.” Knew Course Meant Ruin. Deveaux van trying with all his strength to turn Brachard from what he regarded as a course that would lead to financial suicide. The million aire realized as clearly as his broker j that his course meant ruin, but he per slated. He turned angrily now to ' Deveaux. \ "There's nothing I dislike so much as useless words. Deveaux." he said ! angrily/"Are you prepared to execute jmy orders? Say yes or no." DeVeaux knew that his tight was i hopejjeas. | "I everything to you. sir." he ' said numbly. "You made my fortune for nJe. [ will stand by you.” Hf looked at his w. ;< h and uttered an exclamation of dismay. "There is no longer time fur us to work In the dark." he said. "We must show our hand* now. Does that suit j you?" f • Thdi suits me perfectly.” Brachard ' exclaimed. 1 well, then.” Deveaux exclaim ed resignedly. "If I am lynched by tlie stockholders of Egyptian Copper before the closing of the market. Egyptian Copper will fall to »>oo. But when 3 o'clock comes. Monsieur, you can say to yourself that Jacques Bra • hard, worth $30,000,000 this morning, is a pauper because he was not will ing to acknowledge for once In his life that he was wrong." Deveaux looked at his patron earn estly, still hoping for some sign that [he relented. "You are going to do this?" he ask ed "You are determined?" "Sell copper," Brachard replied. The broker turned and dashed out of the door, shouting a "Goodby" as he disappeared down the hall. Brt chard walked over to the door leading into the other room and threw It open. . "Govaln! Govalnl Come here.” he i ailed. Govaln emerged sleepily, rnhbing his eves and fawning. Douce take it, what u hurry you’re in," he said. "I’ve had such a hullv nap. but you have a perfect mania for rousing people out of sleep That's twice you've done It to me today." ) "I've some startling news. Jerome.* Bra' hard said. • Well, rattle away; what Is It?” Brachard looked at him musingly Friday. January 22, 1909 before he spoke. He watcher careful* ly the effect of hla words. "You're a rascal, Jerome," he said, tapping Govain on the shoulder. His action wus peculiar. Govain thought him suddenly demented. "You seem upset, Brachurd," he said. "What’s wrong with you?" "Not at all," Brachard cried lightly. "Would you like to know where ICgyp tloii Copper Is? It la now at 760.” "Eight hundred and fifty you mean," said Govain. "Seven hundred und fifty," Brachard repeated. "It has fallen 100 points, Jerome le Govain. "What's the matter with you? Hate you been drinking while I waa asleep?" Govain demauded, growing indignant. "Are you drunk?" "Aud in an hour it will fall to 600, Jerome le Govain." Brachurd declared, apeuklng monotonously and looking at Govain under his bent brows. Go\ain drew away from him. He reached for his hat und cane. Urach ard had been Idly playing with the cune a minute earlier aud was startled to discover that it was the sheath of a smull rapier. "I m right; you're drunk." Govain said. "I'll go and let you get over it." He started toward the door, but Brachard interposed himself and said: "Just a minute." CHAPTER XXII. The Duel. Brat-hard knew that the moment of ! hla triumph had come. He faced Go valn with the consciousness that the man was absolutely In hts power. Go l vain attempted to brush past him, but Brachard Interposed a sinewy, muscu lar arm. “Oovain. where did you take supper last night?” he asked. Govaln drew away from him lu sur prise. becoming suspicious for the first time of Bruchard’s real motive In bringing him to the Hotel Kltz “Why do you ask me that 0 " he de manded. "You were at the Case de Haris,*' Urachard said accusingly. ••Possibly.” Govaln said, recovering his self-possesslou. “And who else was there?” ”1 can’t remember,” Govaln answer ed Indifferently. A Brachard strode over to him and looked him squarely In the eyes. “Was my wife, Aune-Murie, with J you?” Govaln drew away from Brachard , and attempted to cloak his auswer with Indifference. "Brachard, I've bad enough of this!” he exclaimed. "Some sorts of joket are” I 'Tra not Joking, 1 never joke,” Bra- I chard said ”1 don’t know how to joke. But I know this: Last night you took my wife to a supper where there were low characters. This af t*-rnoou Egyptian Copper will fall to six hundred. Now do you understand?" Govaln. with folded arms, drew back and studied Brachard's face. "You must be drunk,” he said. "Don't you understand me yet. Go , vain?" Brachard said. "I'm afraid ' you don't want to. You took ray wife away from me last night, and I have ruined you. Do you understand now?” Govaln tried to pass Brachard. "You will annoy me seriously, Jacques." he said. “Make way there, and let tne go.” Brachard pushed him back. “You shall not leave here,” he said. (Continued tomorivn.) That Settled It. ♦ * ) He was one of the genuine Tennes see mountain squatters, and after he had brought me a gourd of water from the spring hack of the house, he said: "Stranger, you urea right smart lookin' feller, and I reckon you can read and write." "Yes; I can do both fairly well." I replied. "Mabbe you'd be willin' to do a les ilo southin' fer me?" "I certainly would.” "Wall, young Jim Renfew is In the < abln here He's been cotein' my gal Linda for a year past." "I see." "But he and Linda has concluded not to hitc h up. Fact Is. he's stuck on another gal." j "And wants to get rid of Linda 0 ” "That's It. Os co'se he kin do so, but havin’ agreed to marry her, it's | what they calls a c ase of breach of ■ promise, ain't It?" 'it surely looks that way." "Yas, Jim says It does, and he’s come over to settle. He’s willin' to Kettle, but he wants a receipt, and none of us kin write. Will you come Inside and do It?” I went In with him and was Intro duced to the wife and the young couple, and after writing material had | been provided, I sat down and wroto l the following, which was duly signed and witnessed, and made everybody happy. "This Is to certify that I have let i Jim Renfew off from marrying me for the sum of 92 In rash, and he cun marry who he durned pleases and I won’t make him any bother." —Joe 4 Kerr.