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I ROYAL ACADEMY ; SSuffragettes Blamed, Though fcVotes for Women Placards Are Missing. I LONDON, May 31.—An attempt is made last night to set fire to a Royal Academy. Although the ual votes for women placards were t found, the police suspect that litant suffragettes were responsi > for the attempt to destroy the ildlng. in which are housed some the world’s greatest works of art. Shortly after the exhibition closed • the night a watchman discovered, a small room on the ground floor, cardboard box filled with rags and tton saturated with oil. A number wax tapers were bound about the x. Four of these were burning len the watchman found the box, lich had been so placed that the mes from it easily would have nmunicated with the walls, rhe suffragettes resumed their npaign of destruction last night the Lewisham branch postoffice, ilch they had attacked several les previously. They set fire to ; letters in the building and the mes were extinguished only after lumber of them had been destroyed. Jottles containing corrosive mix •es and addressed to Reginald Mc inna, home secretary, were found sterday in a mailbox. Railway tel raph and telephone wires were cut various places in Wales. Suffra ge literature was found scattered ir the scenes of these depreda ns. Automobile drivers and cy sts in the Doncaster districts made nplaint that tacks, which punc hed their tires, were scattered over s highways. I American Boys Are Stranded in London on Tour of World LONDON, May 81.—The forty-seven kmerlcan boys who are making a' yorld’s tour under the auspices of ihe Columbia Park Boys’ Club, of lan Francisco, are practically strand 'd in London. Unless help comes im nediately it Is impossible to say vhat may happen to them. They are n chaVge of Major Sidney Peixotto, vho last night explained their pre heament. "Our troubles really began before ve left America," he said, "as a re mit of the breaking of contracts by wo moving pictures companies for • ricture rights.” Major Peixotto said the boys had »et with financial difficulties as the mtcome of their engagements here ind that aid premised from Chicago lad failed to come. WOMAN RESCUES YOUTHS' CLINGING TO THEIR BOAT I Special to the Newark Star.] COYTTSVILLE. N. J„ May 31.— Timely assistance probably saved four young men from drowning In the middle of the Hudson river at about 6:30 o'clock last evening. The boys ranged In age from about eighteen to twenty years, and were rowing in a flat bottomed boat, headed for the Interstate Park camping ground*. When half way across they were run down by the steamship Claremont, of the Albany Night Line, and cap sized. The captain of the Claremont re versed his engines and whistled for assistance. The signal was heard by Mrs. Elizabeth Cox, who was in a motorboat, who headed toward the young men. The young men were found clinging to the bottom of the capsized boat. They were pulled from the water. They refused to give their name*. MENTAL SHOCK MAKES THIEF OF MOTORMAN PHILADELPHIA, May 31.—Mem bers of the medical fraternity are trying to fathom the mystery of how a mental shock made a thief of a man who always had a record for honesty. Last *yeek the car of which Thomas Lyons was the motorman struck Policeman Walter Burke and hurled him senseless to the street. Seemingly at the instant Lyons saw the Injured form of the policeman his nature changed. Lyons was arrested and paroled. He immediately u'ent to the car barn and gave up his Job, falsely stating he had another place. The next day he stole a large flag at a department store. He was also arrested for steal ing a handbag. He said he didn’t know why he had taken it. PHONES WIFE TO HURRY UP DIVORCE, SO HE CAN MARRY fKrom a Stiff Correspondent.] TRENTON, N. J., May 31.—In sum ming up his conclusions in the di vorce proceedings Instituted by Gertrude L. W. Rapp, of Jersey City, against ner husband, Albert E. Rapp, on the ground of desertion. Special Master Rosenberg stated that it seemed to him that It was a case where the parties involved were mar ried at an early age, without the de liberation which such a step should have entailed. He recommended that a decree be granted to the petitioner upon the ground charged. The Rapps were married in Hobo ken in September, 1905, by a justice of the peace. The wife was 17 and the husband 21 years of age. The de sertion took place in 1906, and in 1911 the husband called the wife on the telephone, requesting that she hurry divorce proceedings, as he was en gaged to be married to another. SECRETARY BRYAN AVOIDS ALL HINTS OF ROW WITH PRESIDENT ~~~ ■ >- > --■----'- I «— ■ I .— I Where Secretary of Mate tiryun 1.1 Veil in WuihiuKton. “Calumet Maualon,” tli e former home of Gen. John A. I,ok«b. Keeps Himself in the Back ground, but Many Seek Him. BY O. P. NEWMAN WASHINGTON, May 31.—Don’t be. worried, you folks back at home, about William Jennings Bryan: William’s getting along all right. You see there were a lot of fellows In the country who wanted to see Bryan and Wilson In a large, juicy row right away, if not sooner. But Bryan was wise to ’em. He has just simply seen to it that ‘ there was no row and it looks now’ as if there "ain’t” going to be "no” row. When asked by newspaper men about a particular phase of the new, universal peace plan President Wil son said: “You had better see Mr. Bryan about that. He is handling the peace proposal.” When Bryan was asked he said: "Speaking as the representative of President Wilson I can say that the peace plan, etc., etc." Knell In Considernte. Those two incidents demonstrate clearly the consideration which each official is showing the other. As a matter of fact. the peace plan was worked out by both of them, sitting side by side at the President’s desk, yet Wilson insisted on having Bryan announce it and speak* for the %d ministration in discussing it, and Bryan, from the day he announced it to today, has invariably given Wilson credit as the father of the scheme. Bryan has tried hard ever since March 4 io stay in the background, but he cannot wholly succeed. There are too many people who think he's about the grandest little statesman that ever performed in Washington, and the fact that he accepted a place in the cabinet after having been three times the candidate of his party for President has not dimmed his glory. All Eager to Shake HU Hand. Dressed in his wrinkled, black frock coat suit, wearing the same old black slouch hat and the same style of, low, turn-down collar and black string tie that he’s worn for years, Bryan emerges from the President’s offices after a cabinet meeting and starts across the street to the state depart ment. IJut he doesn't get there right away. In the White House yard, on the steps, on the sidewalk, in the street and clustered a~bout the en trance to the state department he is waylaid by people—plain men, women and children, mostly tourists visiting the capital—who won’t let him pass without a handshake. Bryan arrives at his office to find the big waiting room filled ‘with peo ple anxious to see him—Just see him, that’s all. They are, for the greater part, men, women and children who have bfecome acquainted with him during his travels of the past seven teen years and who are passing through Washington. There are also politicians of high and low degree from every corner of the country, senators, congressmen and many total strangers. From 9:30 In the morning until 6 at night Bryan's office is full every minute. In Calumet Mansion. Mrs. Bryan has been here all the time since March 4, but the Bryans have done very little socially. They have rented the old "Calumet Man sion.” former home of General John A. Logan, on the high hill at Thir teenth and Bancroft Btreets, over looking the whole city. They have given their official dinner to the dip lomatic representatives of foreign countries and are now being dined by each in turn. Mrs. Bryan is "at home" every Wednesday afternoon, when hundreds of people call on her, but that Is all of their social life to date. Like most of the other people in the Wilson administration, Bryan is so busy in the daytime with his official duties that he hasn’t time or in clination to gad about to parties or to give parties at night. The department of agriculture will send out one million cook books and, by gravy, there ain’t nothing that this country needs more unless it is something to cook. TRUE WEIGHT MAY LOWER LIVING COST i Indianapolis City Sealer Entertains Theory that Proper In spection of Scales Used by Dealers Will Be an Important Factor in Reducing the Expenses of Householders. \ _!_ Proper inspection of weights and i measures uaed by retail dealers will do a lot to cut down the present high cost of living. That Is the claim made by Isaac Wulfson. city sutler of weights and measures of Indian apolis, Ind., who was a recent visitor at the office of County Sealer of Weights and Measures Arthur Harris. Mr. Wulfson is considered an ex- ■ ‘pert in his line, and has had (marge I of the weights and measure depart ment of Indianapolis for a dozen years. He was discussing the high cost of living with Mr. Harris the other day, when he said: “In my opinion, a weights and measure department properly con ducted will do a great deal toward cutting down the high cost of living. By that I mean that the average housewife when she is buying sup plies does not get ail she pays, for, either through downright dishonesty j on the part of the dealer or through carelessness. a aeaier may have perfectly honest scales. The great majority In the larger cities nowadays have, due to the efficient work of the.depart ments of weights and measures. But even with honest scales and meas ures, many a housewife pays for a couple of ounces of butter or other such substance that Bhe does not get from her dealer. “My advice is ‘watch the thumb of the man who waits on you, whether he be proprietor or clerk. And the watcher will see before long that she pays over and over again for the weight of that thumb in buying articles by the pound, such as butter meat or flour. The thumb is so often a part of the weight of the article a person buys that some dealers will even allow the weight of the thumb to rest on the scale ’ while selling articles such as dried beans and peus by the pound. "But it is not alone in buying things by pound weight that the thumb figures. No one except a con sumer that has made a study of it realizes how many times one pays for the thumb of the dealer, or, rather, the room occupied in a meas ure by it when buying food stuffs by quart or pint measure. Watch the dealer and see if his thumb is not sticking down inside of the measure the next time you buy a quart of strawberries. And that thumb stick ing down Inside the measure takes the place of two or three berries. "It is a small thing, to be sure, but it means a lot to the dealer who can pull off the thick fifty or a hun dred or maybe more times a day. A dealer may have perfectly honest scales and measures, according to the demands set up by the department controlling weights and measures, and still he can get the best of the public by weighing in his thumb with the article sold by weight or placing it inside the measure on go«*ds sold hi' measure. "I can only repea > watch the thumb,’ and you will be surprised how many times you pay for its weight and measure.’’ Mr. Wulfeon paid a high tribute to the efficiency of the Essex county weighty and measure department headed by Arthur Harris, and said , that while the department was com- 1 paratlvely a new one it already ranked high among the departments In the country. He had similar praise for the city department, which is presided over by City Sealer John H. Sullivan and his assistants. «i*U6r H IlilOUJ A . .'JdlUll w at' ca amining an applicant for citizenship in Naturalizatlqp Court the other day and asked the man if he had ever been arrested. The man admitted that he had. saying it was on a charge of cruelty to animals. He attempted to explain by saying that he did not know a horse he was driving was unfit to be In harness, but Judge Martin cut the explanation short by saying, "You bring the man into court who made the complaint against you for cruelty to animals. If he saye you were not to blame in the matter your application for citi zenship will be considered. We do not want as citizens in this country any man who has even been wilfully cruel to an animal.” Further hearing on the citizenship application was adjourned for a month to give the man time to bring in the S. C. P. A. agent who caused his arrest. The James H. Reid Association, of West Orange, of which James H. Reid, one of the court attendants in Judge Martin’s court room is presi dent, gave its first annual ball last Monday night and as an aftermath of the ball Gus Hartman, one of Court House Superintendent Fred Wagner’s assistants, tells this tale on himself: "I reached h»me from the ball about * o'clock in the morning," says Gus, “and went Into the house very quietly so as to not disturb my wife and the baby. I made no noise going upstairs or In getting into the bed room, but as I started to undress I heard the baby whimper. The baby usually sleeps in a crib alongside of the bed, and I thought i£ I rook*® the crib quietly the babe would g* to sleep and not wake up my wife. “I rocked the crib for several min utes. and when I heard my wife turn In bed she asked me what I was doing. I said the baby was partly awake end I was rocking It to sleep. The answer I got from my wife was, ‘Ob. don't be a chdrop, Gus. Come to bed. the baby is sound asleep here in bed with me.’" "I had nothing to say as I climbed into bed." is the way Gus winds up the story. Leonard Gray, one of the elevator men at the Court House, was ap proached by a well-dressed woman in the corridor the other day, who asked to be directed to "Judge. Mar tin's office.” Gray led the lady to ^ Judge Martin's waiting-room and told her to take a seat for a few minutes and the judge would see her Fifteen minute* later the same ladv came to Gray again and said. "T have been looking everywhere for you. T think you made a mistake. 1 asked for Judge Martin's office. The one , you told me to wait in has Judge Chambers on the door." The lady had failed to notice the '• in the lettering on Judge Martin’s chamber*. One disgruntled county employed who was not among those who re ceived a salary increase from the Board of Freeholders last week, was showing a card received Just before the holidays last year from Director Walter A. Evans, of the Board of Freeholders The card read "Wish ing you a Merry Christmas and a prosperous New Year." "Prosperous New Year, huh!" said the disgruntled one: "prosperous, In deed. with no salary increase in sight for another year, at least" Tom Cooney, court crier in Judge Martin’s court, is an Irishman, proud of it. and talks with a delightful brogue. A few days after the raids by the prosecutor’s office detectives on the Hotels Broad and Navarre Cooney was talking with one of the men who took part in the raid. "I hear you took the registers from the hotels," said Cooney. "We certainly did,’’ replied the de tective. "And how much was there in them?” was Cooney’s inquiry. And It took considerable explaining on the part of the detective to make it cleaj that the registers the detectives took did not contain money, but the names of the guests of the hotels. r.NKN-OTTN BrGS SW ARM CITT COLORADO SPRINGS. Col.. Mav 31.—Millions of tiny insects with green bodies, brown tails, etched with brown and white and slate colored antennae, settled on the city during the night. The name of the insect is not known and no one knows whence they came. Storekeepers and residents were busy today sweeping them from their places and side* walks - ■ -=1^1.- ,.]' HY STEWART EDWARD WHITE Copyright, 1912, The Bobbs-Merriil Company CHAPTER I. The Owner of New York. PERCY DARROW, a young man of scientific training, indolent manners, effeminate appear *nce, hidden energy and absolute IDurage, lounged through the doors If the Atlas building. Since his res tue from the volcanic island that had witnessed the piratical murder of his »ld employer. Doctor Schermerhom, Ihe spectacular dissolution of the murderers, and his own imprison ment in a cave beneath the very roar *f an eruption, he had been nursing bis shattered nerves back to their . aormal strength. Now he felt that „ it last he was able to go to work igaln. Therefore, he was about to tpproach a man of influence among oractical scientists, from whom he hoped further occupation. As the express elevator shot up . ward, he passed a long, slender hand , tcross his eyes. The rapid motion •onfused him still. The car stopped, ind the metallic gates clanged open. Darrow obediently stepped forth. Dnly when the elevator had disap jeared did his upward glance, bring lim the knowledge that he had dls i embarked one floor too soon. Darrow s eye fell on a lettered sign rutslde the nearest door. He smiled i slow, red-lipped smile beneath his imall, silky mustache, drooped his nlack eyelashes in a flicker of remi niscence, hesitated a moment, then stepped languidly forward and opened the door. The sign indicated '.he headquarters of the very modest ommlsionershlp behind which Mc Carthy chose to work. McCarthy, quite simply, at that time owned New York. As Darrow entered McCarthy hung up the telephone receiver with a smash and sat glaring at the instru ment. After a moment he turned his small, bright eyes toward the new comer. "Hello, Perc,” he growled. "Didn’t see you. Say, I’m so mad my skin ■Tacks. Just now some measly little shrimp called me up from a public booth. What ye suppose he wanted, now? Oh, nothin’! Just told me in so many words for me to pack up my little trunk and sail for Europe and never come back! That’s all! He give me until Sunday, too.” Mc Carthy barked out a short laugh and reached for the cigar box, which he held out to Darrow. Percy shook his head. “What’s the occasion?” he asked. *Oh, I don’t know. Just bughouse, < guess.” “So he wants you to go to Eu rope?” “Wants me? Orders me! Says I got to.” McCarthy laughed. "Lovely thought!” *9 puffed out a cloud of smoke. ‘Says If I don’t obey orders he’ll send me a, ‘sign’ to convince me!” Went on the boss. "He’s got a mean t0|ce. He ought to have a tag huhg on him and get carried to the morgue. He give me the shivers, like a dead man. I never hear such a unholy thing outside a graveyard at night!” Percy Darrow was surveying him with leisurely amusement, a slight smile playing over his narrow dark face. "Talking to get back your nerve,” he surmised cheerfully to the usually taciturn boss. "I’d like to know what it was got you going so; it isn’t much your style.”, "Well, you got yours with you,” growlod McCarthy, shifting for the first time from his solid attitudo of the bulldog at bay. "His ’sign’ he promised is apt to b» » bomb,” observed Darrow. "He's nutty, all right,” McCarthy agreed, "but when he said that he was doing the tail religiouB. He’s got a bug that way." “Your affair,” said Darrow. “Just the same I'd have an outer office.” “Outer office—rot!" said the boss. “An outer office Just gets cluttered up with people waiting. Here they've got to say it right out in meeting— if I want 'em to. What's the good Word, Perc? What can I do for you?” Darrow smiled. “You know very well, my fat friend, that the only reason you like me at all is that I'm the one and only man who comes into this office who doesn’t* want one sin gle thing of you.” “I suppose that’s it,” agreed Mc Carthy. The telephone rang. He snatched down the receiver, listened a moment and thrust forward his heavy Jowl. “Not on your life!” he growled in answer to some question. While he was still occupied with the receiver, Percy Darrow nodded and sauntered out. CHAPTER II. The .Shadow of Mystery. DARROW walked up the one flight of steps to the story above. He fouriB his acquaintance in, and at once broached the subject of his errand. Doctor Knox promised the matter his attention. The two men then embarked on a long discussion of Professor Schermerhorn's discov ery of super-radium, and the strange series of events that had encom passed his death. Into the midst of the discussion burst McCarthy, his face red with suppressed anger. "Can I use your phone?” he growled. "Oh, yes," said he, as he caught sight of the instrument. Without awaiting the requested permission, he jerked the receiver from its hook and placed it to his ear. "Deader than a smelt!" he burst out. "This is a nice way to run a public business! Thanks,” he nooded to Dr. Knox, and stormed out. Darrow rose languidly. •■I’ll see you again,” he told Knox. “At present I’m going to follow the human cyclone. It takes more than mere telephones to wake McCarthy up like that.” He found the boss in the hall, his finger against the "down” button. "That’s three cars has passed me,” he snarled, trying to peer through ^he ground glass that, in the Atlas building, surrounded the shaft. “I’ll tan somebody’s hide. Down!” he bellowed at a shadow on the glass. "Have a cigarette,” proffered Percy Darrow. “Calm down. To the scien tific eye you’re out of condition for such emotions. You thicl^necks are subject to apoplexy.” "Oh, shut up!” growled McCarthy. "There isn’t a phone in order in this building two floors either way. I’ve tried ’em—and there hasn’t been for twenty minutes. And I can’t get a messenger to answer a call; and that ring-tailed, star-spangled ornament of a janitor won’t answer his private bell. I’ll get him bounced so high the blackbirds will build nests in his ear before he comes down again." After trying vainly to stop a car on Its way up or down, McCarthy stumped down a flight of stairs, fol lowed more leisurely by the calmly unhurried Darrow. Here the same performance was repeated. A half 'ozen men by now had joined them. So they progressed from story to story until an elevator boy, attracted by their frantic shouts, stopped to see what was the matter. Immedi ately the door was slid back on its runners, McCarthy seized the aston ished operator by the collar. "Come out of that, you scum of tht earth!” He roared. "Conte out of that and tell me why you don’t stop for your signals!” "I ain't seen no signals!" gasped the elevator boy. Someone punched the button, but the little, round annunciator, disk in the car failed to illuminate. "I wonder if there’s anything in or der in this miserable hole!” snarled McCarthy. "The lights is gone out,” volun teered the boy; and indeed for the first time the men now crowding into the car. noticed that the incandes cents were dead. While McCarthy stormed out to spread abroad impartial threats against two public utility concerns for Interfering with his business, Percy Darrow. his curiosity aroused, interviewed the janitor. Under that functionary’s guidance he examined the points of entrance for the differ ent wires used for lighting and com munication; looked over the private bell Installations, and ascended again to the corridor, abstractedly dusting his fingers. There he found a group of the building’s tenants, among whom he distinguished Dr. Knox. "Same complaint, I suppose—no phones, no lights, no bells,” he re marked. “Seems to be," replied Knox. "Gen eral condition. Acts as though the main arteries had been cut outside." "Inside bells? House phones?” sug gested Darrow. The repair men came in double quick time and great confidence. They went to work in an assured manner, which soon slackened to a slow be wilderment. Someone disappeared, to return with a box of new batteries. The head repair man connected a group of these with a small bell in the executive office. The instrument, however, failed to respond. Try your ammeter, suggested Darrow, who had followed. The delicate needle of the instru ment did not quiver. "Batteries dead!” said the repair man. "Jim, what the hotel-bill do you mean by getting dead batteries? Go back and bring a new lot, and test ’em.” In due time Jim returned. "These test to fifteen," said he. "Go to it!" "Test—nothing!" roared the. repair man qfter a moment. “These are dead, too.” Percy Darrow left the ensuing ar gument to its own warmth. It was growing late. In the corridor a few hastily-brought lamps cast a dim light. Percy collided against Dr. Knox entering the building. “Not fixed yet?” asked the latter in evident disappointment. “What’s the matter?” “I don’t know,” said Darrow slow ly; “it puzzles me. It’s more than an ordinary break of connections or short-circuiting through apparatus. If one could imagine a big building like this polarized in some way—any how, the electricity is dead. Look here.” He pulled an electric flash light from his pocket. "Bought this fresh on my way here. Tested it, of course. Now, there’s nothing won derful about these toys going back on a man; but”—he pressed the button and peered down the lens—“this is a funny coincidence.” He turned the lens toward his friend. The filament was dark. - , CHAPTER HI. The Moving Finger Writes. THE condlton of affairs in the Atlas building lasted long enough to carry the matter up to the experts in the employ of the companies; that is to say, about 3 o'clock the following morning. Then, without reason and all at once, the whole building from top to bottom was a blaze of Incandescent light. One of the men, stepping to the nearest telephone, unhooked the re ceiver. To his ear came the low, busy hum of a live wire. Somebody touched a bell button and the head Janitor, running joyfully two steps at a time from his lair, cried out that his bell had rung. The little group of workmen and experts nodded In a competent and satisfied manner, and began leisurely to pack their tools as though at the successful completion of a long and difficult job. But every man jack of them knew perfectly well that the electrical ap paratus of the building was now in exactly the same condition as it had been the evening before. No repair work had followed a futile Investi gation. As the group moved toward the outer air the head repair man quiet ly dropped behind. Surreptitiously he applied the slender cords of his pocket ammeter to the zinc apd car bon of the dead batteries, concern ing whose freshness he and his as sistant had argued. The delicate needle leaped forward, quivered like a snake's tongue and hovered over a number. fifteen, read tne repair man, and then after a moment: "Hell!’’ The dally business therefore opened normally. The elevators shot from floor to floor; the telephones rang; the call-bells buzzed, and all was well. At six o'clock came the scrub woman; at half-past seven the office boys, at eight the clerks, a little later some of the heads, and precisely at nine Malachl McCarthy, as was his Invariable habit. As the bulky form of the political boss pushed around the leaves of the revolving door, the elevator starter glanced at his watch. This was not to determine If McCarthy was on time, but to see if the watch was right. McCarthy had recovered his good humor. He threw a Joke at the negro polishing the braBs, and paused genially to exchange a word with the elevator starter. "Worked until about 3 o'clock,” the latter answered a question. "Got It fixed all right. No, they didn't say what was the matter. Something to do with the wires, I suppose.” “Most like," agreed McCarthy. At this moment an elevator dropped from above and came to rest, like a swift bird alighting. The doors part ed to let out a young man wearing the cap of the Unl.ted Wireless. “Good-morning, Mr. McCarthy,” this young man remarked in passing. “Aren’t going Into the slgn-palnting business, are you?” He laughed. “What ye givln’ us, Mike?” de manded McCarthy. The young man wheeled to include the elevator starter In the Joke. "Air was full of dope most of last night from some merry little Jester working a toy, home-made. He Just kept repeating the same thing—some thing about 'McCarthy, at six o’clock you shall have a sign given unto you. It works,' over and over all night. Some new advertising dodge, I reckon. Didn't know but you were the* Mc Carthy and were getting a present from some admiring constituent” He threw back his head and laughed, but McCarthy's ready anger rose. “Where did the stuff come from?” “Out of the fresh air,” replied the operator. "From most anywhere in side the zone of communication.” “Couldn't you tell who sent it?” “No way. It wasn't signed. Come from quite a distance, though.” "How can you tell that?” "You can tell by the way it sounds. Say, they ought to be a law about these amatoors cluttering up the air this way. Sometimes I got to pick my own dope out of a dozen or fif teen messages all tickling away In my headpiece at once.” "I know the crazy slob what sent 'em, all right, all right,” growled Mc Carthy. "He’s nutty for fair.” "Well, if he’s nutty, I wish you’d hurry his little trip to Matteawan," complained the operator, turning away. The boss went to his office, where he established himself behind his table-top desk. There all day he conducted a leisurely business of mysterious import, sitting where the cool autumn breeze from the river brought its refreshment. His desk top held no papers; the writing ma terials lay undisturbed. Sometimes the office contained half a dozen peo ple. Sometimes It was quite empty, and McCarthy sat drumming his blunt fingers on the window-sill, chewing a cigar, and gazing out over the city he owned. There were two other, Inner, offices to McCarthy’s establishment, in which sat a private secretary and an office boy. Occasionally McCarthy, with some especial visitor, retired to one of these for a more confidential conversation. The secretary seemed always very busy; the offloe boy was often In the street. At noon Mc Carthy took lunch at a small round table in the cafe be low. When he reappeared at the elevator shaft, the elevator starter again verified his watch. Malachl McCarthy had but the one virtue of accuracy, and that had to do with matters of time. At five minutes of six he reached for his hat; at three minutes of six he boarded the ele vator. liuns all rigm. loaay, oam. ne re marked genially to the boy whom he had half throttled the evening be fore. He stood for a moment in the en trance of the building, enjoying the sight of the crowds hurrying to their cars, the elevated, the eubway and the ferries. The clang and roar of the city pleased his senses, as a ves sel vibrates to ite master tone. Mc Carthy was feeling largely paternal as he stepped toward the corner, for to a great extent the destinies of these people were in his hands. "Easy marks!” was his philanthro pic expression of this sentiment. At the corner he stopped for a car. He glanced up at the clock of the Metropolitan tower. The bronze hand pointed to the stroke of six. As he looked, the first note of the quarter chimes rang out. The car swung the corner and headed down the street. McCarthy stepped forward. The sweet chimes ceased their fourfold phras ing, and the great bell began its spaced and solemn booming. One—Two—Three—Four—Five—Six! McCarthy counted. At the reoollec tlon of a crazy message from the Un known, he smiled. He stepped for ward to hold up his hand at the car. Somewhat to his surprise the car had already stopped some twenty feet away. McCarthy picked his way to the car. "Wonder you wouldn’t stop at a crossing," he growled, swinging aboard. “Juice give out,” explained the mo torman. McCarthy clambered aboard and sat down in a comfortably filled car. Ufc and down the perspective of the street could be eeen other cars, also stalled. Ten minutes slipped by, then Malacbi McCarthy grew Impatient. with a muttered growl he rose, el bowed his way through the strap hangers and stepped to the street. A row of idle taxicabs stood in front of the Atlas building. Into the first of these bounced McCarthy, throwing i his address to the expectant chauf-1 feur. The man hopped down from his box, threw on the coil switch and ran to the front. He turned the engine over the compression, but no ex plosion followed. He repeated the ef fort a dozen times. Then, grasping the starting handle with a firmer grip he “whirled" the engine—with out result. “What's the matter? Can t you make her go?” demanded McCarthy, thrusting his head from the door. "Will you please llBten, sir, and see If you hear a buzz when I turn her over?" requested the chauffeur. “I don’t hear nothing." was the verdict. "I’m sorry, but you’ll have to take another cab,” then said the man. "My coil’s gone back on me." McCarthy impatiently descended, entered the next taxi in line and re peated the same experience. By now the other chauffeurs, noticing the predicament of their brethren, were anxiously and perspiringly at work. Not an engine answered the call of the road! A passing truck driver, grinning from ear to ear, drove slow ly down the line, dealing out the an cient jests rescued for the occasion from an oblivion to which the per fection of the automobile had con signed them. Aieuartny aaaeu nis mite; tie was beginning to feel himself the victim of a series of nagging impertinences, ■which he resented after his kind. “If,” said he, "your company would put out something on the street be sides a bunch of retired grist-mills with clock dials hitched on to them, you might be able to give the public some service. I’ve got lots of time. Don’t huffy through your afternoon exercise on my account. Just buy a lawn mower and a chatelaine apiece—you’d do just as well.” By now every man had his batten box open. McCarthy left them, puz zling over the singular failure of the electrical apparatus, which Is the nervous system of the modern auto mobile. He turned Into Fifth avenue. An astonished sight met his eyes. The old days have returned. The centre of the long roadway, down which ordinarily a long file of the purring monsters of gasoline creep and dash, shouldering aside the few hansoms and victorias remaining from a bygone age, now showed but a swinging slashing trot of horses. Hansoms, hacks, broughams: up raised whips, whirling In signal; the spat spat of horses’ hoofs; all the obsolescent vehicles that ordinarily doze In hope along the stands of the side streets; It was a gay sight of the past raised again for the moment of reality by the same mysterious blight that had shadowed the Atlas building the night before. Along the curbs, where they had been hand-pushed under direction from the traffic squad, stood an un broken line of automobiles. And the hood of each was raised for the eager tinkering of Its chauffeur. Past them streamed the horses, and the faces of their drivers were illumined by broad grins. McCarthy looked about him for a hansom. There was none unengaged. In fact, the boss soon determined that many others, like himself, were waiting for ft chance at the first va cant one. Reluctantly he made up bis mind to ,yalk. He glaooed up at the tower of the Metropolitan build ing; then stared In astonishment. The hands of the great dial were still perpendicular—the hour indicat ed was still 6 o'clock! CHAPTER IV. Oarknesn and Panic. PROBABLY the only men in the whole of New York who ac cepted promptly and unques tionably the fact that the entire elec trical apparatus of the city was para lyzed were those in the newspaper offices. These capable citizens, ac customed to quick adaptations to new environments and to wide reaches of the imagination, made two or three experiments, and accepted the inevit able. Within ten minutes the Dispatch had messeuger boys on tap instead of bells, bicycles instead of tele phones and a variety of lamps and candles in place of electricity. Every body else in town was speculating why in blazes this visitation had struck them. The Dispatch was out after news. Marsden, city editor, detailed three men to dig up expert opinion on why it had all happened. "And If the scientific men haven’t any other notions, ask ’em if it's any thing to do with the earth passing through the tail of the comet,’’ he told them. The rest of the staff he turned out for stories of the effect* His imag ination was struck by the contempla tion of a modern civilized city de prived of its nerv e system. "Hunt up the little stuff." said he; "the big stuff will hunt you tip—If you scatter.” After covering the usual police sta tion, theatre and hotel assignments, he sent Hallowell to the bridge, Longman to the Grand Central, Ken nedy, Warren and Thomas to the tubes, subways and ferries. The others he told to go out on the streets. They saw a city of four million people stopped short on its way home to dinner! They saw a city, miles in extent, set back without prepara tion to a communication by messen ger only! They saw a city, unpre pared, blinking its way by the inad equate illuminations of a half cen tury gone by! Hallowell found a paoked mass of humanity at the bridge. Where or dinarily is a crush, even with in cessant outgoing trains sucking away at the surplus, now was a panic—a panic more terrible in that it wag solid, sullen, inert, motionless. Wom en fainted and stood unconscious erect. Men sank slowly from sight, agonized, their faces contorted, but unheard in the dull roar of the orowd, and were seen no more. Around the edges people fought frantically to get out, and others, with the blind, un reasoning, home Instinct, fought aa hard to get in. The police were unavailing They could not penetrate to break the cen tre. Across the bridge streamed a procession of bruised and battered humanity, escaped from or cast forth by the maelstrom. The daylight was fading, and within the sheds men could not see one another’s faces. Longman, at the Grand Central, observed a large and curious crowd that filled the building and packed the streets round about. They waited for their trains and the twilight gath ered. For ten minutes trains con tinued to enter the shed. This puz zled Longman until he remembered that gravity would bring In those this side of Harlem. None went out. The waiting throng was a hotbed for human-interest stuff and was quite ■well satisfied with his story—untS lie saw what it had meant elsewhere. For in the subways and tubes the stoppage of the trains had automat: oally discontinued the suction venti lation. The underground thousands, in mortal terror of the non-existenr third-rail danger, groped their way painfully to the stations. With In conceivable swiftness the mephitic. - vapors gathered. Strong men stag gered fainting into the streets. When revived they told dreadful tales of stumbling over windrows of bodies there below. Through the gathering twilight of the streets, dusky and shadowy, flittered bat-like the criminals of the underworld. What they saw, that they took. Growing bolder, they pro gressed from pocket-picking to hold ups, from holdups to looting. T?i« police reserves were all out; they could do little. Favored by obscurity, the thieves plundered. It would hare needed a solid cordon of officer* to have protected adequately the retail district. Swiftly a guerrilla war fare sprang up. Bullets whistled Anarchy raised its snaky locks and peered red-eyed through the darkened streets of the city. Here and there fire broke out. Men on bicycle. brought in the alarms; then, as twi light thickened, men on foot. Chief Croker promptly established look outs in all the tail towers, as watch men used a hundred years ago to watch the night. And, up-town, Smith ourssd the necessity of reading his evening pa per by candle-light; and Mary, the oook. grumbled because she could no’ telephone the grocery for some for gotten Ingredient; and Jones'.* dinner party was very hilarious over the Joke on their ho*t; and men swore and their wives worried because they bad perforee to be very late to dtn s*r. ai o ui'va, inw uuuia auci ure m' ception of the curious phenomena., the condition suddenly -passed. The Intimation came to the various part* of the city in different ways. Strange ly enough, only gradually did the lights and transportation facilities resume their functions. Most of the dynamos were being inspected by puzzled experts. Here and there the blazing of a group of lights, the ringing of a bell, the response of a volt or ammeter tfTT.at, hinted to the masters of lightnings that their re bellious steeds again answered the bit. Within a half hour the city's Illu minations again reflected softly from the haze of the autumn sky; the clang of the merry trolley, the wail of tlie motor’s siren again smote the air. Malachi McCarthy, having caught a ride on a friendly dray, arrived home. At 8.10 his telephone bell for the first time jangled its summons. McCarty answered it. "I’m Simmons, the wireless opera tor,” the small voice told him. "Say, there’s a lot of these fool messages In the air again. Tou know what they said last night about 6 o’clock ami what happened.” "Juet'B have 'em,” growled McCar thy. “Here she is; ’McCarthy, will you do as T tell you? Answer. Remember the sign at 6 o’clock.’ It’s signed M.* ” “Where did that come from?" asked the boss. “Can’t tell, but eomewbere's a ion* ways off.” “How do you know that?" “By the sound." “How far—about?" “Might be anywhere" ■ <*• Be CesttMW* «s Meads??