TkeVtalidn Criminal
4-J ) ,
. .'4 f 1
f Shipping as a Stowaway, the Black Hdnder
is Helped to Flee to this Country, Where
He May Indulge His Atrocities,
Practically Unpunished,
frMM..qw e- Lindsay Denison
N every vessel sailing from Palermo or Naples are a dozen
X or more members oX the Camorra or the Malta, employed as
m sailors, coal-heavers, and stewards. It Is their traternal
I I Z duty to aid their brethren to evade the passport law. It
9 there are six or more members of a ehlp'8 company earnest
ly desirous of concealing a stowaway, the thing can always
be done. There are recorded instances where a stowaway
has been hunted for three hours by twenty men, after all
the officers and crew have been sent ashore, and has re
mained undiscovered because he was sewed up in a mattress in a bunk.
When the steamship has tied up at her berth in an American port, the
fugitive puts on the uniform or overalls of one of his confederates and easily
makes his way off the pier. And thus, a seasoned and hardened criminal
his blood-stained hands against all the world as the world's hands are against
him, is turned loose in the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Every steamship man concerned In the Mediterranean trade knows something
cf the system; one of them has admitted these facts. It is the theory of
the professional policeman of America that the Italian criminal comes to us
through France and Canada. That Is nonsense; he has neither the intelli
gence nor the means.
The ex-convict has the New York address of one or more members of
his society in Italy. He makes his way to this address as quifckly as he may.
He is without work and in a strange country. It may be that happy chance
will find honest work for him at once. But usually it is not so. He becomes,
more likely, a willing and useful tool of the Black Hand, a dependent on the
generosity of more thoroughly acclimated criminals. The stealthy delivery
of blackmailing letters, the stabblngs, the bomb plantings, and even the mur
ders of the Black Hand type are done by men who are so ignorant and so
helpless that they face starvation' if they do not carry out the orders of the
Black Hand thugs who house and feed them after their surreptitious entry.
into the United Stales. Everybody's.
F&?fhe
Younger
Children
DOLLY AND ALICE.
I'm just a little doll, you see.
So you must not be harsh with me.
Were I to fall I'd break in two;
Then what would little Alice do?
Dear little Alice! She owns me;
I think they say the is but three.
At least, I know she isn't old.
ror iney oon t play witn dolls, I'm told.
Dear Alice brings me candy sweet;
She keeDS me dressed so verv npt
And when she walks out in the air
one takes me with her everywhere.
-Or
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The Elements of Fun
From the Showman's Standpoint Certain Well
defined Principles Must be Recognized.
By Frederic Thompson
HE difference between the theatre and the big amusement
park is the difference between the Sunday school and the
Sunday school picnic. The people are the same; the spirit
and environment are wholly different. It is harder to make
the picnic successful than successfully to conduct a session
of the school; and it is harder to make a success of a big
amusement park than of a theatre. There isn't any irrev
erence in this comparison with the Sunday school, for If the
amusement park deosn't attract people who are interested
In the Sunday school, it isn't going to succeed.
For I want to say at the beginning that ninety-five percent of the American
Pudiic is pure und good, and it is this public that it pays to serve. This isn't
just a general statement. I always believed it. I have proved it by studying
the twenty-five million people who have visited Luna Park in the past five
years. I haven't any use for the bad five percent. As a showman I don't
want them to oome near my enterprises.
In amusing the million there are other essential elements besides gaiety
One is decency the absolutely necessary quality in every line of the world's
business. There is nothing that pays so well. When Coney Island used to
have a pretty bad reputation, there were good shows there, and clean shows,
but the influence of evil dives was dominant The police couldn't, or at least
didn t check them. The Hooligan was everywhere. It's different now. The
clean, decent shows have driven the dives out of business. They can't pay
the rents the good places easily afford.
We are the best of friends, you see;
I love sweet Alice, she loves me.
Were I to fall and break in two.
What would dear little Alice dor
Washington Star.
j? Laughter
Ey Tom L, M assort
i
AIGHTER is one of the principal things by which man is
distinguished irom the brutes. It is used extensively by
man to conceal his sorrows.
The first laugh on record occurred in the Garden ot
Eden, when Eve got the laugh on Adam. Her example has
been used ever since as a precedent by Eve's descendants.
Laughter may be used to express feelings, or to hide
them. The derisive laugh is used in family quarrels, melo
drama, and in Congress. The hearty laugh Is used by good
fellows. It oftentimes balances the hearty cry indulged in by their wives.
The down-trodden under-classes, those who are below the poverty Itrfe,
and the idle rich, rarely laugh. In the one case they have never learned
how; in the other they have forgotten.
Babies cry long before they learn to laugh. They cry by instinct, find
learn to laugh only when their intellects come Into play.
In many cases, laughter is caused by the sudden consciousness of one's
own superiority. Silence usually follows this when one realizes his mis
take. .assing jests make us laugh; permanent jests make us smile.
A man with a true sense of humor laughs not only at the misfortunes of
others, but at his own. From Life.
Will Women Vote?
By Alice Stone Blackwell
9
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CORRESPONDENT of The Sun says: "Women would not
use the ballot If they had it"
, The Colorado secretary of state, in a letter to Mrs.
Charles Park of Boston says that 80 per. cent of Colorado
women register, and about 72 percent vote.
The Wyoming secretary of state, in a letter to me, says
tnat 80 percent of the women of Wyoming vote.
In Idaho, the, chief justice and all the Justices of the
. . tte supreme court have signed a published statement say
ing: "The large vote cast by the women establishes the fact that' they take
lively interest" '' r rp 'j: .v ,;V:..; . -In
Australia men outnumber women. .t the last federal elections for
which we have, the returns 628,235 men voted and. 431,038 women.
- In. New Zealend when woman suffrage was granted in 1893 the estimated
number of women in ther colony was 139,915. Of these 109,461 registered to
vote; and the number of women voting has increased at each triennial par
liamentary election- In 1893, 90,209 women voted; in 1896, 108,783; in 1899
119,550; in 1902, 138,565; in 1905, 175,046. , v.:.. ,
Where women have only the school ballot their vote Is small, as the vote
of men is alwayssmall at elections where school officers only are-to be
chosen. Wherever women , have the full franchise they show no backward
ness in using it. . . , .
LITTLE GERTIE'S HALLOWEEN.
Gertie was six years old, and she
was much excited over the approach
of Halloween. She could not remem
ber of there ever having been a Hal
loween before. That was because she
.was too young the year before to pay
any attention to Halloween, though
her brothers, Ned and Fred, bad had
a merry enough time then.
And Gertie knew what one ought
to do on Halloween, or, at least, sbr
said she knew. "One wants "f "dis
turb flngs, don't they, mamma?" she
asked of her mother a' few mornings
before the arrival of Halloween.' "
Mamma laughed. "Why, what do
you mean by that, darling?"
"Oh, to do like Ned an' Fred do,"
replied Gertie. "They put flngs
where they oughtn't to be, you know.
That's Holloween fun. Isn't it, mam
ma?" "I guess so," smiled mamma, kiss
ing her dear little daugbterB dimpled
cheek. Then she left Gertie to her
play and went about her household
duties. And Gertie laid her plans for
the forthcoming occasion. "I'll have
Halloween all by myself," she de
clared. "I'm a little girl, so, of I
course, I can't go out wif Ned an'
Fred, putting flngs where they
oughtn't to be."
When at last Halloween arrived
Gertie crept off to bed earlier than
was her wont, and, after her mamma
had kissed her and tucked her In,
f d said good-night, she lay very still
tM she knew she was entirely alone.
Then she sprang from bed and ran
1; ito Ned's and Fred's room and gath
eird up their books all that she
could carry and lugged them off to
thD storeroom, big and dark. But,,
Gortie was not afraid not a bit of'
it, anil the dark storeroom held no
terror for her. After she had hid
den tfe books under some old nih
bish the returned 'and found Nod's
school shoes (he was wearing an old
pair for the festive evening), and
Fred's mittens and ball. These w; -. n
hidden in the closet of her own
room. Then to mamma's and papa"?
room she went, getting papa's smok
ing Jacket and his box of collars r.i:d
cuffs. Next she gathered up mam
ma's morning wrapper and slippers.
These she carried to the guest ?
Chamber, where they were safely
placed under the big bed.
"Now, I guess I've had some fun,"
said Gertie to herself. And oft to
bed she went, as happy as any real
little Halloween culprit could be.
But Gertie's real fun came the next
morning, when Ned and Fred set up
a cry about their books, shoes, mit
tens and ball. "Gee, where're our
things gone?" cried FYed, under the
bed looking everywhere for his books.
"And somebody's stolen my shoes,"
wailed Ned, flying about the room
like a hen on a hot griddle.
"Well, that's strange," said mam-
ma. "I have also had a time hunting
my wrapper and slippers. And your
papa can't find his smoking jacket
anywhere. The old Halloween witch
must have been busy in the house
last night. Everything is topsy
turvy."
"Maybe If yon look in the store
room, and under the bed in the
guest's chamber, and maybe in the
closet in my room, yon may find some
of the flngs you've lost," said Gertie
"Ah, it's Gertie!" cried Ned, his
face lighting up. "While we were up
setting things out of doors last night
she was busy inside. Well, who'd
have thought it!" '--."
., "Well," she said, "I wanted to feel
what Halloween is like. An' I had
lots of fun, I did." ' -:
'fWell, I guess you dtd, Sis,"
grinned Fred. ."But one thing about
you you put people next-to where
you've hidden their thlQgs. So, It's
not so had after alL"
- "Oh, isn't that right?" asked Ger
fie, her face becoming serious. 1
- ''Well, maybe next Halloween I
won't tell the next -morning. I'll let
you all hunt till you find 'em.'
iWashisfton Star.
WHAT THE TRAMP CAT DID.
8punk was a tramp cat that haunt
ed the garbagejbarrels and basements
ot a neighborhood in New York City,
She was not at all clean and not a
bit handsome, but she was tame and
good-natured, and the neighborhood
children had a lot of fun with her.
One afternoon a little boy named
Harry, seven years bid, picked up
Spunk in the street, dirty as she was
and carried her in his arms lntovhls
mother's kitchen to have a play with
her. At supper time he ted her, then
forgot all about her. Spunk did not
forget herself, though, and had no
mind to spend the night in the street,
for it was cold weather at ihat time,
so Spunk sneaked slyly behind the
kitchen range out of sight and went
to sleep.
Harry got sleepy, too, in due time
and went upstairs to bed. S3 did all
the other seven people In the family
nhen their sleepy time came, and not
one of them knew about the tramp
cat behind the kitchen range. It was
a gas range, and one of the gas jets
belonging to it had been left burning.
The lighted jet had been turned so
low that when the early morning
came and the gas pressure was re
duced the light was.) quite extin
guished although the 'gas still con
tinued to flow, filling the kitchen
with its poisonous fumes. By de
crees the gas mounted the stairs up
up and through the rest of the house.
All the family father, mother and
children were still fast asleep,
dreaming of anything but the deadly
danger they were in.
But Spunk, cat fashion, was an
early riser. She wandered through
the kitchen, looking for something
tn eat. Then she smelled gas. It
seemed as if she knew all about it.
and maybe she did. Who can tell?
Spunk bounded lightly up the stairs
and through the rooms till she came
to Harry's bed. She sprang upon it
with' a big bounce, and stroked
Harry's face with ber paws till he
waked suddenly.
He jumped up with a yell, for he
had been suddenly wakened from a
sound .sleep. The yell waked all the
rest of the family."" In an instant-they
smelled the gas, and the grown folk
knew what it meant. Harry's father
jumped to the windows and opened
thorn, and that let in the air and
saved their lives. Then he bounded
downstairs and shut off the gas jet.
As to Spunky she just sat still upon
ihirry's bed 'and looked mightily
pleased. Detroit News-Tribune.
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'Adventure
AN INCIDENT OF PEKIN SIEGE.
The late Dr. W. S. Ament was one
of the brave missionaries who went
through the Boxer siege of the lega-
guard the trains committed -to hit,
care, did not. waver even under the'
supreme test. . His years of obedience
to the call of duty had fitted him to'
stand the strain, and like Abraham of '
old he could say in answer to the ap
palling summons to sacrifice, "Lord,
here ami!" .,.',
THE. MOTOR-MAN'S TROUBLES.
With o n n loir otrnn r chAvch tf 4Tiaa
tions at Pekin in 1900. Among those brake lever the motor-man brought
who experienced the terrors of that his ear to ttnn Th
time was an' American woman with edge ot the track Just ahead, who had
ucr uusuaua ana young child. The been trying to cross, backed off. and
mother narrates this characteristic I in snita of Kia m fit Inn a rofiiaorl trt
incident of .that trying time: . budge. He clanted his e'one. eot the
Let me tell you about one act at I alcmal to start.' nii nt , k
Dr. Ament's the day the iege began, again. -
We had reached the British legation I "One thina- la ' tma wtnw.
coming from the Methodist ompourfd man said to the passenger on the plat,
when I discovered that in our haste 1 form, "men don't do that. It's only
had not taken any of the prepared wopien. Did you see what she did?"
food for baby. I spoke to my hus- ; "No," said the passenger. "I did-
band about it, but he said he could a't notice her till von tnnn4
do nothing; that we were fortunate!: 'Didn't you? She waa bfurfnnfns-
to cross the street. I saw her, and
she saw me, and I thought that she
saw I saw her. Anywav. I slowed
up to give her a chance besides.
I'm ahead of time, two mi
be killed who tried to go back for the when I get near, she stops, and looks
food. Y.'e must trust the Lord!' up, and refuses to move. I have to
"Dr. Ament had ";ard our conver- ston because I can't tell whirh v
sation, and without saying a word he she's likely to go."
suddenly left us. Later I .learned "Women don't understand mechan-
that alone, carrying his rifle, he had leal things." said the Dasseneer.
walked back "to the Methodist com- "P'r'aps not. There's one woman
pound, followed only by a Chinese lives in town." he ierked hi thnmh
whom he did not know, but who evi- to indicate the direction. "She used
dently knew him. The gates -of the to take mv car when T wbb nn th
to get to our present place ot safety
alive,
' 'But baby will die,' I said, 'with
out that food.'
" 'I am sorry, but any one would
"J
ONLY A CENT.
Uncle Harris was a carpenter, and
had a shop in the country. One day
he went into the barn, where Dick
and Joe were playing with two tame
pigeons.
"Boys," he said, "my workshop
ought to be swept up every evening.
Which of you will undertake to do it?
I am willing to pay a cent for each
sweeping."
"Only a cent?" said Dick. "Who
would work for a cent?"
"I will," spid Joe.
So every day, when Uncle Harris
was done working in the shop, Joe
would take an old broom and sweep
it.
One day Uncle Harris took Dick
and Joe to town. While he went to
buy some lumber, they went to a toy
shop.
"What fine kites!" said Dick.
wish that I could buy one."
"Only ten cents," said the man.
"I haven't a cent," said Dick.
"I have fifty cents," said Joe.
"How did you get fifty cents?"
asked Dick.
"By sweeping the shop," answered
Joe. Sunday Afternoon.
BE HONEST.
The great explorer, David Living
stone, writes in one of his books:
Grandfather could give particulars
of the lives of his ancestors for six
generations of the family before him;
and the only part of the traditions I
feel proud of is this. One of these
poor, hardy islanders, was renowned
In the district for great wisdom and
prudence and it is related that when
he was on his deathbed, he called all
his children around him and said:
. VNow, in my lifetime I have
searched most carefully through all
the traditions I could find of our
family, and I. never) could discover
that ' there was a dishonest man
among our forefathers. If, therefore,
any of you, or any of your children.
Should take to dishonest ways, it will
not be because it runs in our blood;
it does, not belong to you. I leave
this precept with you, 'Be honest,
Children's Friend. !
compound he found locked. Climb
ing up on the wall he looked down on
the inside upon a dozen Boxers, each
armed, and their guns pointed to
ward him.
" 'If you won't shoot, I won't,' he
said, and a truce was formed. He
found the baby's food, and loading
himself down with that and other ar
ticles of food he rode back to the le
gation upon a bicycle, followed by his
unknown friend
old route every morning. The regular
stop was on the south side of the
cross street. Just as regular as th
clock, she'd stand on the north side.
First time I kind of slowed down.
and motioned to her, and she ran
along, i I heard she reported me for
not letting her get on, and making
her follow to the post. Mind you.
she did the same thing every day. I
got to watch out for her, and I used
to try to be half a minute ahead of
time so as to make up for it. For
"When the other missionaries saw
Dr. Ament return they said that if he all I know, she does it still
rouiu go uaca 10 me compound tney The passenger was silent
ruuiu, sua soon a siringi men could
be seen carrying food, clothing and
other articles into the legation
grounds. As long as they could' go
with safety they continued to go, and
a mo
ment. "Do women get off backwards
much?" he asked..
"Not on this end of the car," said
the driver, grimly. "I scare 'em too
much. One tried It on me once. I
only stopped when the Are from the said 'Danger, ma'am!' in a loud voice.
DUMr " l" cuy wan warned mem and she Jumped back as if she'd
that their lives were really in danger. I stepped on a live wire. Hello, there's
"There is no doubt in my mind mv friend! Wonder what snn'a dnlnir
that our boy's life was spared by the way up here. And she's on the wrong;
heroism of Dr. Ament, and that all ide of the street, too."
of the adults as well owed much of
their comfort to the etample which
he set in fact, it is doubtful if there
would have been food enough in the
legation to enable us to hold out till
relief came." Christian Advocate
He stopped the car by the signal-
post, and waited patiently for her to
catch up.
"Some'll never learn," he said.
wearily. Youth's Companion.
IS PAPA MARRIED?
" Esther and Baby Lois and mother
were having one of their confidential
talks the other day. "Is papa mar
ried?" ; Esther, asked suddenly.
"Whyi Esther!" mother exclaimed.
"Don't ton know who papa married?"
Esther reflected for a moment, and
then said radiantly, "Course I do!
He married us you and Lois an!
mef." -Touth's Companion. , ' v..-. .
J " BERT'S SUGGESTION. .
. Little Bert's mother sent him to
bring a small switch with which to
chastise his small sister, who had been
naughty. .;V; ' '
After he had been gone a long time,
he came, in with, his hands full of
clods - of dirt, ' - "I can't find any
switch," he said; "here, throw thess
t r." Bee Hiv.
THE JURY'S VERDICT.
Cowardice does not get itself re
ported as heroism does, but it is un
happily not rare. A woman was re
cently drowned at Hampstead, Eng
land, while four men stood on the
bank of the pond and watched her
struggles.
The coroner's jury entered on its
verdict its regret that "when the de
ceased was alive and in the pond, no
one was present who felt competent
to enter the water and endeavor to
effect her rescue. "
The verdict must have been ex
ceedingly unpleasant reading for
those four men. But their inaction
was due simply to their inability to
collect themselves and decide upon
what should be done. They were un
accustomed to meet emergencies.
When one came, It found them want
ing. So, alas! it might find even our
would-be heroine.
One of Stevenson's characters
makes a piteous outcry over his want
of this grea.t, silent power. "Do I
indeed lack courage? Courage, the
footstool of the virtues, upon which
mey siana: uourage, that a poor
private carrying a musket has to
spare of; that does not fail a weasel
or a rat?"
The "poor private carrying a mus
ket" has had a certain training. Ex
perience shows that this particular
training conduces to courage in a re'
markable degree.
But we cannot all participate in the
military drill. It behooves us, If we
are set upon heroism as a vocation,
to look about for the next best way
of learning to be a hero.
A careful study of certain exam
ples of nobly heroic action may re
veal the, qualities ot character which
produced them, and so may indicate
the lines along which the education
of courage should lie.
On an English railway a signalman
was employed whose house was near
his post. The tracks ran between
the signal box and his garden, and
the' garden was separated, from the
rails by a high fences One day he
receivedby his electric bell, the sig
nal to stop an approaching train, as
there was trouble down the line.
A he stood at his post, flag An
hand, the signalman saw his three-year-old
boy creeping -under the
fence evidently with the Intention
of snatching the "forbidden pleasure
ot a visit to his father in the signal
box. -. . " . .
- The train was close upon them.'
The father had but an Instant to
choose between leaving his post and
seeing his child run down by the en
gine. h j k',--4-r l--, h---:j; -r
He stood firm, and the terrible sac
rifice to fluty was exacted from him.
His child was killed, but the train
was saved from disaster. ' . i
Of course an untrained man would
have dropped the flag and sprung to
the rescue of the child. He would
have seen only the impending horror
of the boy's death, and not the more
awfJJ tragedy which threatened the
helpless passengers on the train. "
. But the man who. for years -had
been taught by command, "by practice,
by every habit of thought and life to
CAUGHT NEWFOUNDLAND BEAR.
Two sportsmen in Newfoundland
ran across the carcass of a caribou,
all the signs showing that a good.
able-bodied bear had brought it there
within the last twenty-four hours.
Apparently he had not yet begun to
feed on It, which meant that he would
be back. Mr. Richard D. Ware, in
his book entitled "In the Woods and
on the Shore," says that the sports
men decided that they would be back,
too, and took up their watch on &
neighboring bush-grown ledge about
a quarter of afhfle away.
it was men aDout tour o ciock in
the afternoon. The sun was getting
low and it had turned quite cold. As
the shadows grew' deeper we began
to see bears everywhere. It had be
come so dark that It would soon be
impossible to see to shoot at all, and
my friend suggested that we should
give it up. I agreed to go in fifteen
minutes by Stroud's watch.
I had hardly spoken when a black
thing sticking up in the brush at the
edge of the bog seemed to move;
but the phantom tears had seemed
to move, too, and I said nothing about
it. The next instant it did move un
questionably. A moment more and
the creature was on the bog, clear of
the brush., where he had been peer
ing about to see if the coast was clear.
Stroud had already taken off hia
boots as I turned to him.
"Take off your moccasins," he said.
"When he begins to feed we'll start
for him."
Subsequent .developments proved
that the rocks were sharp and that
the bog was very, very wet to our un
shod feet, but we did not think-of
those things then. We were after
that bear.
.Suddenly a black shape rose above
the; brush: It was- the bear, and
Stroud had passed him. Thanks to
some previous experiments, I caught
the white sight of my rifle quickly
on the creature's shoulder and fired.
Down he went. For a few moments
we heard nothing; then a half-smoth
ered, groaning bellow sounded in the
depths of the thicket . Then all was
quiet again. . - r . " .'
: "'He's dead,'.' said Stroud,- but he
Old not go into the thicket to "pull
him out. , ',"'
Finally I worked round to a new
point of view. I had gone about
docen paces through the brush when .
a low, stiff spruce blocked my stride.
I pushed through It and brought my
unshod foot - down full weight on
something - soft ' that rolled 'down
under it I backed off more rapidly
than I had advanced.- .
- Stroud joined .me' and We went
back.. There was the bear-quite dead, ,
flat on his" back,-with his paws outstretched.-
I had stepped on one of ,
them. - .. x -
' vt; Distance of a Knot. v-: v...v."
. In ., considering the speed . f a
steamship, it must be remembered
that a knot, or nautical mile. Is a
very different thiag from a land mile. V
A mile Is. 5280 feet, while a knot It .
6080 feet and a fraction. Therefore,
when a vessel makes 23.05 knots an'v
hour, she passes over nearly nearly, w
twenty-seven land miles. , '