EX-GOTHAM RAILWAY MANAGER
Herbert H. Vreeland, president of the Metro
politan Securities Co., the holding company of a
number of the street railway concerns now under
investigation by the public utilities commission
in New York city, who resigned as manager of the
New York Railway company under the federal
court receivers, who appointed him to that post
immediately after they took charge of the property
of the insolvent corporation, is said to have pre
sented to himself a bill for $25,000 salary and
expenses, to have audited it himself and to have
signed the check to pay it, without itemizing the
expense account. This wras testified to by Lemuel
E. Quigg, who dispensed $217,307 of traction
money “to mold public opinion’’ in favor of the
traction companies. ,
Vreeland is said to be a direct descendant of
Michael Jansen Vreeland, who came to the United States in 1836 from
Broeckhauseh, near Brabant. Mr. Vreeland began his career as an assistant
on a delivery wagon. His first railway work was shoveling gravel. He
worked his way up to general manager. William C. Whitney first brought
Vreeland prominently into the limelight by selecting him to bring order
out of chaos in the many street railway lines which Whitney controlled.
All these lines w'ere changed from the old horse car and cable systems to
electricity without a hitch on the part of Vreeland. Then Whitney, gaining
complete confidence In the man, entrusted him with the financial and legal
details of the organization of the Metropolitan Securities Co. and the leas
ing of the Metropolitan line. Then came other consolidations.
Vreeland stands six feet two. He is a tireless, driving worker and a
disciplinarian of the sternest kind. He encouraged the organization of the
17,000 traction employes into the Mutual Benefit association, and for a
number of years was president of the association. He also put into effect
a pension system, the only one of its kind on any street railw’ay in the
world, to take care of the superannuated employes of the system.
DRSNK MIXER TO MAGNATE
From a mixer of drinks to a dealer in jugglery
is the life story in brief of Anthony N. Brady.
Anthony N. Brady is the man who, it was brought
out in the Metropolitan Street Railway company
investigation, sold the Metropolitan a paper street
car line for $965,607.19. As a wearer of the big
white apron Brady used to set the glasses out on
the bar for some of the men he is now interested
with in some of the biggest deals that are trans
acted in Wall street.
Brady’s first job was that of bartender in the
bar of the old Delavan house in Albany. There
are those who yet remember that when the young
man across the mahogany mixed a cocktail he
did it so well that the taste of the drink lingered
long. Also young Brady was obliging and of a
friendly disposition and he soon won the favor
of many of the politicians and capitalists who resorted to the state capital,
and their influence stood him in good stead in later years.
The bartender saved his money and in a few years he had enough to
start a tea store. He made a study of tea (one of Brady's characteristics
is that when he becomes interested in an enterprise he masters all its
intricacies) and his store was soon such a success that he established
others in Albany and then branched out into other towns.
About this time Brady saw the possibilities of granite as a material for
paving and building, and secured possession of all the quarries that were
available. There was a boom in granite, and Brady was quickly rated as
a rich man. Next Brady developed an interest in Albany gas; and he
■went to Roswell P. Flower, whose acquaintance he had made in his bar
tending days, with a scheme for controlling Albany lighting. The banker
politician financed the scheme, and both men made a vast amount of
money out of it.
STANDARD OIL OFFICIAL
Charles M. Pratt, who has been giving tho
most startling evidence in the suit to “bust” the
Standard Oil trust, is one of the younger men
who has done in comparative obscurity the real
work of the great trust. So carefully has he
avoided the limelight, that few people have ever
heard of him, although he has long been a direct
01 and secretary of the company.
To the surprise of everyone, Mr. Pratt'has
been a frank witness. He admitted that when
the Standard Oil Co. of Ohio was “dissolved”
by the courts, it tfas simply reorganized. The
stockholders of the old company were the stock
holders of the new, and each held his proportion
of the stock. It was the same company under
a new name.
Mr. Pratt also let light upon the Texan situa
tion. The Standard Oil company has been driven out of Texas. It was re
quired that any new oil company seeking to do business there should be
required to file an affidavit that it had no connection with Standard Oil.
When the Waters-Pierce Co. applied for a charter, H. Clay Pierce filed an
affidavit of the kind required. It was learned that the company was in
some way connected with Standard Oil and a warrant was issued for Pierce’s
arrest.
Mr. Pratt gave a full explanation of this matter. He said he had formed
the C. M. Pratt Investment Co., the sole business of which was to receive
all the earnings of the Waters Pierce Co. for investment, and that he invest
ed them by handing them over to the Standard Oil. Thus the Waters-Pierce
Co. was paying all its earnings into the coffers of Standard Oil, although
there was no mention of the latter company in its books.
Mr. Pratt is the son of Charles Pratt, one of the founders of the Standard
Oil Co. He has accumulated considerable wealth of his own, for while
the elder Pratt left 22,802 shares of Standard Oil stock, his son has now
accumulated 5,000 shares of his own. Mr. Pratt has two sons at college,
and if their tastes lie in the same direction as their father's they too will
enter the Standard Oil employ in overalls and learn the business from the
ground up, just as their father and their uncle did, for Mr. Pratt’s youngei
brother is now in the refining department of the company.
MAY BE AMBASSADOR
David Jayne Hill, minister to the Netherlands,
it is reported, will succeed Charlemange Tower
as ambassador to Germany, taking over all the
numberless problems that are continually arising
from the restrictions placed upon American trade,
and the annoyances to which Germ an-American
citizens are subjected in the Fatherland. Mr.
Hill has several qualifications which will fit him
for the post. He has made a special study of
European relations, has a charming manner and
speaks German fluently. Mrs. Hill is descended
from German forefathers, but the family has been
American since the Revolution. She combines
wit, beauty and a fascinating personality, and
speaks German, French and Spanish as fluently as
she does her native tongue.
The Hills are not so wealthy as their prede
cessors in Berlin, but they have enough money to enable them to entertain
in a way to do credit to their country in a capital where economy is the
rule and an ambassador is able to live on his pay—if he wants to.
Mr. Hill was a college professor at the age of 29. He served ten years
as president of the University of Rochester, resigning that position to
travel in Europe and study international law. His work in organizing
school of diplomacy in connection with the George Washington university
attracted favorable notice, and in 1898 Mr. McKinley made him assistant
etary of state. It was said in Washington that he was not liked by
President Roosevelt, and when the latter sent him as minister to Switzer
land it was said to be a case of reducing him. Two years later he was
transferred to the more important post of minister to the Netherlands.
MISTAKEN IDENTITY.
“What's the matter, with you young fellow, that makes you ciy so?”
“My b"other and I are twins, and every time that one of us does anythli
wrong, pa always licks me!”
(Copyright, by Da
The burglar cautiously approached
a window which stood partly within
a shadow, and slipping a steel “jim
my” under the lower sill, pried first
gently, then with all the strength of
his hardened muscles. Again and again
he brought his strength and weight to
bear upon the slender steel; the win
dow refused to yield.
Slowly and carefully he climbed up
until he could reach the middle sill.
When he had gained a secure foot
hold, he took from the pocket of his
tightly buttoned coat a small roll of
putty which he pressed against the
glass in a tiny circle just opposite the
catch holding the window on the in
side. This much accomplished deftly
and silently, he produced a small
glass-cutter from the same capacious
pocket, and pressing it heavily against
the glass within the ring of putty,
soon sent that portion of the pane
tinkling softly to the ground. Quick
ly inserting his hand, he turned the
catch, raised the window, and climbed
in.
A clock in a nearby tower struck
the hour, the tones pealing out full
and clear on the still night air.
“Nine o’clock,” he muttered, “rath
er early for a gentleman of my pro
fessional standing and' ability to begin
operations, but if I get the sparklers,
now is the time!”
Once safely inside, there was no
special need of caution. He knew the
diamond necklace was in the house;
that the colonel and his wife were
spending the evening with a married
daughter and would not return home
for several hours yet, at least. The
servants had taken advantage of cir
cumstances, and were having a little
social gathering back in the rear; he
knew all these things, because it was
his business to know them, because he
had spent several months studying
conditions and waiting for just such
an opportunity as now presented it
self.
Quickly he made his way along the
ball way; he felt elated, hilarious
even; a twenty thousand diamond
necklace right within his grasp.
“Had it been the opera to-night,”
he mumbled to himself, “she would
have worn the sparklers; but not to
just a little family gathering.’
Guided by a slender gleam from his
lantern he headed straight for the
sumptuous sleeping apartments, where
stood the little hardwood case in
w'hich the jewels were kept. Reaching
the spacious room he threw' the lan
tern's yellow gleam hither and thither
on all sides; the little case was not
in its accustomed place; no matter,
he would find it.
Silently ana swiftly he passed from
one part of the room to another, care
fully examining every nook and cor
ner; now he was humming a little
tune as he, worked, a tune he had
not heard or thought of before since
childhood. He chuckled softly as he
thought how aptly the words of the
tune fitted in with the search for the
diamonds:
"Joyful, joyful will the meeting be!”
He couldn’t think of the words to
the next line; but he didn't mind;
those same words wrere good enough
for any one, and surely they were
appropriate, so he sang them softly
o’er and o’er as he searched.
Suddenly the lantern's gleam fell
upon the polished surface of the jew
el-case.
He sprang forward eagerly and
opened it. there it lay, sparkling, scin
tillating, in all its beauty—the dia
mond necklace.
A moment he gazed at them covet
ously, gloatingly, then secreted the
precious gems beneath his coat and
turned to leave. At that instant a
door behind him suddenly opened and
the electric lights flashed on.
With the snarl of a wounded beast
at. bay, he turned quickly, he grasped
his revolver, and a look of determina
ily Story Pub. Co.)
tion to kill, if necessary, o'erspread
his evil countenance. Then gradually
h.s features relaxed, and the hand
that grasped the weapon fell to his
side.
A slender girl of 12 was standing
in the door-way, her blue eyes wide
open in astonishment.
In all his carefully laid plans he
had failed to take into consideration
this youngest child of the family; but
he knew that she must be entirely
alone, and he felt quite at ease again.
At length she recovered herself
sufficiently to speak to the intruder.
“What are you doing here?” she
demanded.
"Why, you see it's this way. I just
dropped in for a little social call, an’
that butler must have neglected to
bring up my card; very careless of
the butler. I must speak to your pa
pa about him to-morrow; I think we
will have to let him go.”
She resented his taunting tone and
easy insolence and with flashing eyes
she exclaimed:
"You're a burglar, that’s what you
are!”
"Yes, my little 'tin, to be perfectly
fiank with you I am a burglar, an’
while we’re on the subject, I want to
say that more than likely you've got
some heavy plate laying around just
gettin’ in folks way! Lead me to it!”
Then as she started to obey he
thought once more of his song,
and leering at her amicably he sang
soft and soulfully:
"Joyful, joyful will the meeting be!”
In her anger at his audacity and
chaffing it had not occurred to her to
be frightened; resentment alone fill
ed her mind.
“Why do you sing that song?” she
asked wonderingly.
"Well, miss, it’s a sort of old time
favorite of mine: and besides, it sort
of fits the occasion; it was a joyful
meeting between me and the diamond
necklace; I'm joyful as can be, as you
see, just at the prospect of meeting
that silver! I'm what you might call
a stickler for the fitness—the appro
priateness of things! But, here, we're
wasting too much time in convivial
discourse, so to speak, show me that
silver, an' be quick about it!’
Silently she led the way down the
hall until she came to a large closet
with heavy oaken door now standing
ajar.
“It’s in there,” she said, with sobs
in her voice, as the thought came to
her, that though she had been left
home to look after things, she was
actually helping a burglar steal their
beautiful silver.
He entered quickly, and with dis
criminating taste began sorting the
silver into piles, complacently hum
ming his favorite as he worked:
“Joyful, joyful will the meetin’ be!”
The girl stood at the door looking
at him disdainfully.
Suddenly an inspiration came to
her. Quick as a flash she swung the
heavy door and turned the bolt.
A shower of blows fell upon the
door—then came the muffled sound ot
curses from within. Ardently the burg
lar pleaded to be released; she was
deaf to both threats and entreaty.
She listened silently to his ravings
for a moment, then going up close
to the door she shouted:
"Excuse me a moment, please, while
I telephone for the police.’
Then she tripped away singing mer
rily.
The words of the song floated back
to the ears of her captive, it was an
old song—a beautiful song—and the
words were:
“Joyful, joyful will the meeting be!”
A negro in Philadelphia attends a
public school in that city, and five of
his children are also pupils in the
same school. He is a night-watchman,
of steady habits, and keeps his young
sters well clothed. It is not known
when he sleeps.
CARE OF TABLE LINEN.
One Great Mistake That Is Made by
Some Housewives.
It matters not how neatly one may
have the table arranged, if the table
linen is not spotlessly white the ap
pearance is marred by the defect.
Care must be taken of fine table linen
or it soon gets the yellow “dip” so
much dreaded by careful housewives.
The first mistake is made by throw
ing the tablecloth in the laundry bag
with napkins which are damp, and
they always are when the finger bowls
are used. Each piece should be dried
and stains removed before placing it
away for washing. To properly wash
them they cannot be made pure and
white if placed in with other clothes.
This is a warning to heed. Soak the
linen in tepid water for three-quarters
of an hour, arid always wring the
pieces by hand, for wringer creases do
not come out at times even under a
heavy hot iron. Next put the clothes
in a good suds, wash carefully and put
in a boiler of cold water which has
nothing but borax to soften it. Bring
the water to a boil, give the pieces a
second suds, then carefully rinse. Two
persons should stretch the long table
cloths and place on a line,-.hanging
them perfectly even. In ironing they
must be rather damp. Fold side to side
with one seam only. Iron perfectly dry
until a gloss appears. They must not
be starched, since good linen is stiff
enough when properly ironed. Hang
the pieces over a rod where they hang
perfectly straight and allow to dry be
fore they are put away. Now would
you know why it is that some women
have their table linen always looking
new? It Is done in folding the ironed
pieces. Boards such as are used to fold
dress goods on are what you will need.
Cover the pieces with any old muslin
and carefully roll the table cloth on
this. If the sides are too long care
fully fold the edges toward the center.
Put in the linen closet and when ready
for use you have a new-looking piece
for the table. Do not comb fringe on
pieces, but use a moderately stiff
bristle brush for the purpose. In iron
ing monograms lay the right side
down on a Turkish towel and the let
ters will be beautifully ironed In this
manner, which is an improvement
over the soft blanket method.
Popular Charlotte Ru6se.
One quart of sweet cream beaten
stiff, one-half cup of pulverized sugar
stirred into the beaten cream; vanilla
flavoring to taste. Dissolve one-half
a package of gelatin in as little cold
water as possible, set on the stove
and let come to a boil. Then let stand
until partly cold and stir quickly into
the beaten cream. Dip a mold into cold
water and line with lady fingers, cook
ies, or sponge cake. Turn the beaten
cream into mold and set away in ice
to cool; should stand four or five
hours before using. If in warm weath
ed and without ice, let it stand over
night. When ready to serve, dip the
mold in hot water for an instant, then
the cream will turn out on a plate
like jelly.
This makes a good dessert, too, at a
dinner or luncheon. The full recipe
will make enough for eight people.
How to Can Plums.
To every dozen plums take one cup
of sugar, one-half cup of water, two
whole cloves and a small piece of
whole cinnamon (spice can be omit
ted). Boil the sugar, water and spice,
wash your plums, till jars full of
plums and put jars in a pan of hot
water. After the syrup has boiled
skim and let cool a little so as not
to break jars; then fill the jars full
of the hot syrup, put the pan with jars
in a warm oven but without rubbers
and covers, close the oven door and
let them bake 15 minutes. Then take
pan out, put on rubbers and covers,
fasten down tight and put back in
oven again and bake 10 minutes longer
and your plums are done and as whole
as when put in jars. Will keep fine
and never fail.
Chop Suey.
Cut a half chicken into bits, strip
ping all the meat from the bones, and
fry until brown but not hard or crisp.
Now put into the frying pan with the
chicken a large onion, sliced, and cook
for three minutes before adding a
handful of dried mushrooms which
have been soaked in water for ten
minutes. Pour in enough Chinese
sauce to make the ingredients brown,
then add water and stew for 15 min
utes. Stir in a stalk of celery, diced,
and six Chinese potatoes. Thicken
with a little floured water and cook
till gravy is thick and smooth. Serve
with rice, boiled till nearly done, then
drained and steamed.
Cranberry Pie.
Cine youf pie tins with paste with
crimped edges. Slew three cups of
cranberries with one and a half cups
sugar. Run through sieve or fine
colander and All the lower crust mod
erately full with the fruit mixture.
Wet edges of pie crust and cover the
top with narrow strips of pastry, form
ing diamond-shaped openings. Each
strip is pinched to the- rim of the
pie to hold it firmly. Wash the top
with an egg beaten in a little ice-cold
water. Bake itua quick oven. The
egg gives the top of the pie a brilliant
glare.
Becoming Fond of Tea.
We Americans are growing almost,
as fond of our cup of tea at odd
hours as the English. Even our men,
of late years, do not disdain their
afternoon tea drinking; which is cer
tainly better for them than an unlim
ited number of cocktails, though they
have scarcely reached the stage of
going home from business early for
that especial purpose aa does the
brawny Englishman
.. ausy,
Matrimonial En‘^44nts
ways in Order. ^ d ^
A well-known Virelnu ,
onetime president of
Marjr college,
and on each occasion tho l
was performed by his brothera?noaf
more renowned bishop When .1 Te*
marriage took place the , ,he ar*t
to refuse a tempting inri4uonP-hal
an old friend because-,,, ! , 0®
ran—“I am going up ;0 Wiir ettw
on that date to" mam- „
George.” ‘ • brother
The same friend happened , ,'
0n the train with him, vears
ward, when he was traveling to ”'
second ceremonv. “i am 8 “ ‘to
ry my brother' GeoS
explained, benignly, after the bn!?5
of greeting was over 14! ^
years passed, and the same
was taken once more f0? h °2
purpose. By; a strange co-inoii!
the identical friend ran into the S
op as they hurried through the7et
to their respective trains. “WhereT
ing bishop?” the former sang «Jt£
they grasped hands and dashed b
•each other.
“I am going where I am always*
ing, the answer came back, nond,
ousiy, ‘‘to marry my brother Georee
—Harper's Weekly. se
Mansfield’s Rebuke
A group of theatrical men were hit
Ing in New York about the late Rich •'
ard Mansfield.
" “Mr- Mansfield,” said one, was a da
lightful humoroist, a splendid racoyl
teur in society, but at the same tj
he had a certain proper and become
sense of his own dignity, and it never <
paid to be unduly familiar with him
“He was, as we all know, rather
bald. He resented, from barbers, or
friends, any allusion to his baldness.
“Well, one night at a party, a ma
came up behind this great artist, staf
gered him with a violent slap on the
back, and exclaimed in a loud, jovial,
familiar voice:
“ ‘Hello, Dick. How are you? Every
time I see you, you get balder and
balder.’
Mansfield drew himself up. Hs
sneered at the other.
“ ‘Hello,’ he said. ‘I don’t know whs
yo-’ are, but every time I see you yos
get ruder and ruder.’ ”
Signs of Long Life.
“Bacon took a deep interest in lot I
gevity and its earmarks,” said a phyai ]
cian, (‘and Bacon's signs of long I
and of short life are as true todayj
as they ever were.
“You won't live long. Bacon pottl
ed out, if you have soft, fine hair, i]
fine skin, quick growth, large tei,
early corpulence, short neck, smali
mouth, brittle aud separated teeth and ]
fat ears.
“Your life, barring accidents, will be ]
very lengthy if you have slow growth I
coarse hair, a rough skin, deep wrin
kles in the forehead, firm flesh,»
large mouth, wide nostrils, strong |
teeth set close together, and a hart]
gristly ear.”—Minneapolis Journal.
No Decoration Required.
It was Mr. Hobart's first experienflj
with waffles, and he liked the taste of I
them. When he had been send]
twice, he called the waiter to him at
spoke confidentially.
“I’m from Pokeville," he said, ai
we’re plain folks there; don't tin |
much for style, but we know
food when we get it. I want another j
plateful o’ those cakes, but you te81
the cook she needn't stop to put tW I
fancy printing on ’em; just send ®|
along plain.”—Youth's Companion
;el5 ®l
oftMl
Strong Indications.
“Do you think the intentions *1
young Gotrox are serious? asked |
anxious mother. M Jj
“I'm sure they are, mamma,' repw
the pretty daughter. "Why, only ■ I
night he laughed heartily at one *|
papa’s alleged jokes.''
HER “BEST FRIEND”
A Woman Thus Speaks of Post“|
We usually consider our best M
those who treat us best. j
Some persons think coffe J
friend, but watch it carefully
and observe that it is on'., 8
meanest of all enemies for h
one while professing fnen ,
Coffee contains a potsono
caffeine—which Injures ®
nervous system and frequen
disease in one or more org
body, if its use is Persis anj jeff
“I had heart palpitation *
ousness for four years am jr
told me the trouble was < ' j
coffee. He advised me
but I thought I could not,
Wis. lady. » „ friend I ^
“On the advice of a
Postum Food Coffee am- ^
fled me that I did not*:««
after a few days tua ^
“As weeks went by and[it
to use Postum my
from 98 to 118 pounds, ana ,
trouble left me. 1 ha' haI1 \
now, and am stronger *
was. I can hustle UP j anl
any heart palpitation,
of nervousness. fond 0(
“My children are v«> w
um and it agrees "ltU ' k it i
ter liked it when s u ^
house, but not when baS le
iier own home. N° aCCOrdinJ
make it *"'• 1“1 "i
directions, and has „ii
of it. You may use mj
wish, as I am not ash „
my best ^
Name given by pos„Ttie Rod"
Creek, Mich. Reau ,.Tbere's»
Wellville,” in Pkgs'