The Sunday Oregonian., July 19, 1908, Magazine Section, Page 5, Image 49

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COUNT 8K1PHAUSER PLAY8 UP
STRONG.
When me and art gets into the ring
together you might as well burn the
form sheet and slip the band back on
your bettin' roll, for there's no tellin'
who'll take the count.
It was Cornelia Ann that got me closer
to art than I'd ever been before, or am
like to get again. Now, I didn't hunt
her up, nor she didn't come gunnin' for
me. It was a case of runnin' down sig
nals and collidin' on the stair landin';
me makin' a grand rush out of the studio
for a cross-town car, and she Just gettln'
her wind 'fore she tackled the next flight.
.Not that I bit her so hard; but It was
enough to spill the paper bundles she
has piled up on one arm and start 'em
bouncin' down the Iron steps. First
comes a loaf of bread; next a bottle of
pickles, that goes to the bad the third
hop; and exhibit C was one' of these
10-cent dishes of baked beans the pale
kind, that look like they'd floated In
with the tide. Course, that dinky tin pan
they was In don't land fiat. It slips out
of the bag as slick as if it was greased,
stands up on edge, and rolls all the way
down, distrlbutin' the mess from top to
bottom, as even as If It was laid on with
a brush.
"My luncheon!" says she, in a reg'lar
me-che-e-lld voice.
"Lunch!" Bays I. "That's what I'd call
a spread. This one's on the house, but
the next one will be on me. Will to
morrow do?"
"Ye-es," says she.
"Sorry." says I. "but I'm runnin' be
hind sched. now. What's the name.
Miss?"
"C. A. Belter, top floor," says she;
"hut don't mind about"
"That'll be all right, too." says I, skip
pin' down over the broken glass and
puntln' the 6-cent white through the
door for a goal.
It's little things like that, though, that
keeps a man from forgctlin' how he was
brought up. I'm ready enough with some
cheap jolly, but when it comes to throwln'
In a "beg pardon" at the right place
I'm a late comer. I thinks of 'em some
time next day.
Course. I tries to get even by orderin'
a four-pound steak, with mushroom trim
mi n's, sent sround from the hotel on the
corner; but I couldn't get over thlnkln'
how disappointed she looked when she
saw that pan of beans doin' the pinwheel
act. I know I've seen the time when a
plate of pork-and In my fist would have
been worth all the turkey futures you
could stack In a barn, and maybe It was
that way with her.
Anyway, she didn't die of it for a
couple of days later she knocks easy on
the studio door and gets her head in far
enough to say how nice it was of me to
send her that lovely steak.
"Forget It," says I.
"Never." says she. "I'm .goln to do a
bas relief of you. in memory of it."
"A barrel which?" fays I.
Honest, I wa'n't within a mile of bein'
DEFEATS WILL OF THE PEOPLE
Some Plain Remarks About Fraud, Statement No. 1 and Probable Effect on Oregon Politics.
BY JOSEPH GASTON.
IT is apparent from the correspondence
of The Oregonian that the "state
ment" Is arousing more discussion
since the election than before. It is equally
apparent that the situation Is misunder
stood by the friends of the statement.
Vcll-meanlng members of the Legisla
ture find they are pledged to elect a man
Senator who Is opposed to their political
principles. They never dreamed this
was possible. How has it been brought
about?
The primary law provides1 that the
roter shall declare his party affiliation
on registering; and at the primary elec
tion he gets the ballot of the political
party thus declared; and he swears to
his statement. It was assumed that no
honorable man would make a false state
ment. But what are tne facts? Disre
garding all honor and fair dealing, a
large number of Democrats falsely de
clared themselves to be Republicans In
order to get the Republican primary bal
lot and vote for a Kepublloan for Sen
ator that would be obnoxious to his
party, one that George E. Chamberlain
could defeat at the polls.
How do we know this? While the reg
istry of voters in this city was proceed
ing leading Democrats openly denounced
the fact that Democrats were register
ing as Republicans, and It was so pub
lished by The Oregonlan. Since the elec
tion the Grants Pass Observer has esti
mated that 200 Democrats registered as
Republicans In that town, and that 10,000
Democrats falsely registered as Repub
licans In the state. Immediately after
the election The Oregonian declared that
Cake's majority over Fulton was due to
Democrats voting for Cake. None of
these statements have ever been disputed
by Democrats or anybody else.
Now for the record. The total vote
cast for the two Republican candidates
for Senator In the primaries is 48X0,
while the total vote cast for the Repub
lican candidates for Representative in
Congress is 4S.953; showing that 13S7 vot
ers marked Republican ballots for Sen
ator that did not vote for the Repre
sentatives. Where did those 1987 votes
come from? Nowhere in the world but
from Democrats falsely registering as
Republicans. Their interest was wholly
In the Senatorship. They could have no
hope of electing a Repreeatitative. No
Republican would have voted for a Sen
ator without also voting for some man
for Representative. So that it is a dead
moral certainty that at least 197 Demo
crats falsely registered as Republicans,
swore tor the He. then went to the pri
maries and marked the Republican bal
lot with the name they thought Cham
berlain could defeat; and then went to
the polls and voted against the man
they voted for in the primaries.
What is the plain English of this busi
ness? The Senatorial primary election
was corrupted by Democratic ballots
falsely sworn in as Republicans. The re
sult la barefaced fraud and swindle
ENTIRELY
next. It comes out 'that she does sculp
turin", and wants to make a kind of
embossed picture of me in plaster of
paris, like what the peddlers with gold
rings in their ears sell around on vacant
stoops.
"I'd look fine on a panel, wouldn't I?"
says I. "Much obliged, miss, but sittin'
for my halftone is where I - draws the
line. I'll lend you Swifty Joe, though."
She ain't acquainted with the only reg
istered assistant professor of physical
culture in the country but she says" if
he don't mind she'll try her hand on him
first, and then maybe I'll let her do one
of me. Now, you'd thought Swifty, with
that before-takin' mug of his, would have
hid In the cellar 'fore he'd let anybody
make a cast of it; but when the propo
sition is sprung, he's as pleased, as if, it
was for the front page of Fox's pink.
That was what fetched me up to that
7x9 Joint of hens, next the roof, to have
a look at what she'd done to Swifty Joe.
He tows me up there. And say, blamed
if she hadn't got him to the life, broken
nose, ingrowin" forehead, whopper Jaw,
and all!
"How about it?" says Joe, grinnin' at
me as proud as if he'd broke into the
Fordham Heights Hall of Fame.
"I never see anything handsomer of
the kind," says I.
Then I got to askin' questions about
the sculpturln' business, and how the
market was; so Miss Belter and me gets
more or less acquainted. She was a
meek, slimpsy little thing, with big,
hungry-lookin' eyes, and a double hank
of cinnamon-colored hair that I should
have thought would have made her neck
ache to carry around.
Judgin' by the outfit in her ranch the
sculp game ain't one that brings in sable
lined coats and such knicknacks. There
was a bed couch in one corner, a sin
gle burner gas stove on an up ended
trunk in another, and chunks of clay all
over the place. Light housekeepin' and
art don't seem to mix very well. Maybe
they're just as tasty, but I'd as soon have
my eggs ccoked in a fryln' pan that
hadn't been used for a mortar bed.
We passed the time of day reg'lar after
that, and now and then she'd drop into
the front office to show me some piece
she'd made. I finds out that the C. A. In
her name stands for Cornelia Ann; so I
drops the Miss Belter and calls her that.
"Father always calls me that, too," says
she. .
"Yes?" says I.
That leads up to the story of how the
She slumps right down In the snow.
old folks out In Minnekeegan have been
backin' her for a two years' stab at art
in a big city. Seems it has been an awful
drain on the fam'ly gold reserve, and
none of 'em took any stock in such fool
ishness anyway, but she'd Jollied 'em into
lettin' her have a show to make good, and
now the time was about up.
without a single element of legitimacy, .,
honesty or fair dealing to support it. For
more than 1000 years every court In
every civilized country has uniformly
held that fraud vitiates and , annuls
every transaction founded upon it. Sup
pose the Democrats had broken into the
polls, stolen out of the ballot-boxes 6000
votes cast for Fulton and put in their
place 6000 votes for Cake, what an up
roar there would have been all over Ore
gon. But what is the difference in
stealing the ballots and replacing them
with spurious other ballots, and in false
ly swearing that the voter is a Repub
lican In order to give him a secret op
portunity to vote for a man he don't
intend to support at the polls; and which
vote was cast for the sole and only pur
pose of confusing and defeating the man
who relied on that ballot, and the party
which honestly acts upon such a ballot?
There is no difference. One crime is as
bad as the other. If the 19S7 Democrats
who voted for Mr. Cake In the primaries
had stuck to him at the polls as they
were in honor bound to, he would have
beaten Chamberlain by 465 votes. They
not only deceived and humiliated Cake
by their treachery, but they misled hii
into expending a large sum of money ou
the election in a hopeless race for the
office.
But whether these perjured Demo
crats voted for Cake or for Fulton It
makes no difference. They intended to
vote for the weakest man, and their
offense is not In voting for one or the
other, but in falsely pretending to be
Republicans' and thus corrupting the ballot-box
and destroying the Integrity of
the primary election by turning traitor
and voting against their own nominee.
If this is not a fraud then there is noth
ing that can be fraudulent. And if this
crime against the ballot-box is con
doned the Statement members of the
Legislature might as well dispose of the
Senatorial office at public auction.
What words can fully proclaim the dis
honor and infamy of such a transac
tion? Throughout the lengthy letter of
Judge Lowell recently printed in The
Oregonlan. this fraud is spoken of as
the "game" of politics. Other letters
printed in The Oregonian demand that
the fraud be carried out by the election
of Chamberlain to the Senate. Is it pos
sible that there are respectable citizens
who think politics is nothing but a
"game": that we are now down to the
ethics of the racetrack and the card
room on vital questions affecting the
very existence of a republican form of
government? For years angry protest
has gone up against the alleged crimes
of the bosses. In former days when the
voter deposited his own ballot there Is
no doubt that bosses bought and soM
voters like cattle, and stuffed and robb
ballot-boxes in desperate straits. But
that was in violation of the law and
with open prison doors staring the of
fenders In the face. But here Is a case
of ballot-box stuffing through perjury
and fraud directly in pursuance of the
very letter of the primary law, and no
criminal prosecution can ewer reach the
or
"Well," ' says I, "you aint all in, are
you V
Her under lip starts to pucker up at
that, and them hungry eyes gets foggy;
but she takes a new grip on herself.
makes a bluff at grinnin', and says, I
thMatv l;1rA "Tt'n - ....... .3! - . 1
longer," says she. "I I'm a failure!"
Say, that makes me feel like an ice
cream sign in a blizzard. I hadn't been-
looktn' to dig up any private heart throbs
like that. But there it was; so I starts in
to cheer her up the best I knew how.
"Course," says I, "it's a line I couldn't
shake a nickel out of in a year; but if it
suited me, and I thought I was onto my
job. I'd make it yield the coin, or go good
and hungry trym .
"Perhaps I have gone hungry.," says
she. quiet like.
"Honest?" says I.
"That steak lasted me for a week," says
she.
There was more particulars followed
that throws Cornelia Ann on the screen
in a new way for me. Grit! Why, she
had enough to sand a tarred roof. She'd
lived on ham. knuckles and limed eggs
and Swiss cheese for months. She'd
turned her dresses Inside out and up
side down, lined her shoes with paper
when it was wet, and wore a long
sleeved shirtwaist when there wa'n't
another bein' used this side of the
perairies. And you can judge what
that means by watchin' the women size
each other up in a streetcar.
"If they'd only given me half a
chance to show what I could do!" says
she. "But I didn't get the chance, and
perhaps tt was; my fault. So what's
the use? I'll just pack up and go back
to Minnekeegan."
"Minnekeegan!" says I. "That sounds
tough. What then?"
"Oh," says she, "my brother is fore
man in a broom factory. He will get
me a job at pasting labels."
"Say," says I, gettln' a quick rush
of blood to the head, "s'poscn t should
contract for a full length of Swifty
Joe to hang here in "
"No, you don't!" says she, edgln' off.
"It's good of you, but charity work
isn't what I want."
Say, it wa'n t any of my funeral,
but that broom fact'ry proposition
stayed with me quite some time. The
thought of any one havin' to go back
to a place with a name ' like Minne
keegan was bilious enough; but for a
girl that had laid out to give Mac
monnies a run for the gold medal, the
label pastin' prospect must have loomed
up like a bad dream.
There's one good thing about other
folks' troubles, though they're easy
put on the shelf, goon's I gets to work
I forgets all about Cornelia Ann. I
has to run out to Rockywold that af
ternoon, to put Mr. Purdy Pell through
his reg'lar course, of stunts that, he's
been takin' since some one told him
he was gettin' to be a forty-fat-. There
was a whole bunch of swells on hand,
for it's gettin' so, now they can go
and come in their own tourin' cars,
that Winter house parties are just as
common as In Summer.
"Thank heaven you've come!" says
Mr. Pell. "It gives me a chance to
get away from cards for an hour
or so."
"Guess you need it," says I. "You
look like tiie trey of spades." -
Then Pinckney shows up in the
gym, and- he no sooner sees us at work
with the basketball than he begins ,to
peel off. "I say there!" says hei "Count
me in on some of that, or I'll be pulled
into another rubber." .
About an hour later, after they'd jol
lied me into stayin' all night, I puts on
a sweater and starts out for some hoof
exercise in the young blizzard that
was makin' things white outside. Sadie
holds me up at the door. Her cheeks
was blazin. and I could see she was
holdin' the Sullivan temper down with
both hands.
"Hello!" says I. "What's been stirrin'
you up?"
"Bridge!" snaps she. "I guess if
you'd been glared at for two hours, and
called stupid when you lost, and worse
names when you won, you'd feel like
throwing the cards at some one."
malefactors. If you doubt it read the
law.
But we are told that the people must
rule, that Senators must be elected by
the people, and this is the only plan. And
so say we all. that the people must rule,
and that Senators must be elected by the
people. "Vox popull. vox Del." But the
primary law does not secure election by
the people. It is In its present form a
scheme to cheat the people every time;
and that is why it is opposed. Under
this law anybody can compete for the
great office of United States Senator. A
few dollars expended in the saloons will
procure names enough to get on the bal
lot. There is no limit, no standard, no
safeguards, and no co-operation among
voters. Every county has its favorite son
and be must run; every selfish interest
has Its advocate, and he must run; the
saloons can nominate the Prohibition
ticket, the Democrats dictate the Repub
lican ticket: the trusts run their lawyers;
the city outvotes the country, the grog
shop outvotes the church, and money
sweeps everything. In the melee the
"game." the plain people are confused,
divided, cheated, and a man nominated
by a fraction of the party vote that no
body wants. This "game" has been thus
worked twice - on the people already.
Bourne was a minority man, thousands
of Democrats voting for his nomination,
and he got the election as a choice be
tween two evils. Gearin could have
beaten Bourne as Chamberlain has beat
en Cake if he had made A canvass. He
would have done so had he not been as
sured by Interested parties that a Re
publican Legislature would not elect him.
It would not do to have Gearin elected
then, for such a result would have raised
such an uproar that there would have
been no show for Chamberlain now. And
Chamberlain Is a minority man too, not
getting a majority of the votes for Sen
ator as stated by Judge Lowell. The total
vote for Senator was 112,364. Chamberlain
got 62,421 votes, nearly 4000 less than a
majority. If the people are to elect, the
gross defects of the primary law must
be amended so as to secure a square deal
and not have honest voters cheated by
the ballotbox stuffing of corrupt schem
ers. Mr. Swinford, of Eugene, has sug
gested a very good plan. But In the
meantime what is to be done with Cham
berlain? The Republican "Statement" mem
bers of the Legislature feel the em
barrassment of their position. If they
vote for Chamberlain their party will
damn them. If they turn him down a
lot of people who don't know the de
fects of the primary law will howl
"traitor." Is the Republican party such
a pack of helpless idiots that It can
not rescue its Legislature from the
humiliation of electing a mousing
Democratic politician to the United
States Senate? The only safe course for
"Statement" Republican members is to
place the honor and welfare of the
state above all other considerations and
promptly, openiy and fearlessly repudi
ate the whole infamous fraud that se
cured Ch a mherlain's) eeotion, because
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HIS BEAT
"Well, why didn't you?" says I.
"I did," says she, "and there's an
awful row on; but I don't care! And
if you don't stop that gTinning, Til "
Well, she does it. That's the way
with Sadie, words is always too slow
for her. Inside of a minute she's out
chasln' me around the front yard and
peitin me with snowballa,
"See here," says I, diggin' a hunk of
snow out of one ear, "that kind of sport
is all to the merry; but if I was you
I'd dress for the part. Snowballin' in
slippers and silk stockin's and a lace
dress is a pneumonia bid, even if you
are such a warm one on top."
"Who's a red head?" says she. "You
just, wait a minute. Shorty McCabe, and
I'll make you sorry for that!" .
Tt wa'n't a minute, it was nearer
fifteen; but when Sadie shows up again
she's wearln" the slickest Canuck cos
tume you ever see. ail blanket stripes
and red tassels, like a girl on a gift
calendar.
"Wh-e-e!" says she, and the snow
begins to fly in chunks. It was the
damp, packy kind, that used to make
us get out and soak the tall hats when
we was kids. And Sadie hasn't forgot
how to lam 'em in. either. We was
havin' it hot and lively, all over the
lawn, when the first thing I knows out
comes Mrs. Purdy Pell and Pinckney
and a lot of others to join in the muss.
They'd dragged out a whole raft of
toboggan outfits from the attic, and
the minute they gets 'em on they be
gins to act as coltish as 2-year-olds.
Well, cay, you wouldn't have thought
high rollers like them, that gets their
fun out of playin' the glass works ex
hibit at the op'ra, and eatin' 1 A. M.
suppers at Sherry's, and doublin' no
trumps at a quarter a point, could un
buckle enough to build snow forts and
yell like Indians, and cut up like kids
generally. But they does washed each
other's faces, and laughed and whooped
it up until dark. Didn't need the dry
Martinis to jolly up appetites for that
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She -had got him to the life.
bunch when dinner time come, and if
there was any one awake in Rocky
wold after 10 o'clock that night it was
the butler and the kitchen help.
I- looked for 'em to forget it all by
mornin' and start in again on their
punky card games; but they was all up
bright and early, plannin" out new
stunts. There'd been a lot of snow
dropped durin' the night, and some one
gets stuck with the notion that buildin'
snow men would be the finest sport
in the world. They couldn't hardly wait
It was a corruption of the ballot box.
and then elect an honest, square-deal
Republican without delay. To vote for
Chamberlain Is to ratify the fraud, be
come an accomplice in the crime and go
over to the Democrats. To hesitate,
equivocate, palter or compromise is
ruin to good names. Courage, back
bone and a clear- conscience are the
stuff for great emergencies.' No man
is bound by a fraud. The deceit prac
ticed by the Democrats at the primaries
has released every member of the Leg
islature from his pledge. If the pledge
Is maintained under these tacts, then
corruption will go on from bad to
worse, until fraud and perjury become
the rule in politics, and every election
a market vile. If the ballot box is
corrupted, political power is poisoned
at its fountain head, and every evil
will follow in its course. Beware of
the Insidious beginnings of evil. Leg
islators sworn to maintain the law
cannot temporize with corruption and
keep on the safe side. To excuse one
crime only leads to the commission of
another. To condone any violation of
law is a corruption of the public con
science. In vain do we teach our youth
to emulate the noble examples of the
founders of the Republic; in vain do
we proclaim our devotion to the un
compromising principles of Lincoln and
Roosevelt if we consent to the cor
ruption of the ballot box. The current
of history is strewn with the wrecks
of mighty nations founded and defend
ed by men equal to our greatest heroes.
They all teach the same moral first
freedom, then glory when that falls,
wealth, vice, corruption, barbarism at
last. The only imperishable foundation
for freedom and justice is a pure bal
lot box and the unswerving enforce
ment of the law. Croly puts Into the
mouth of Cataline a fearful picture of
the fall of the greatest nation of an
tiquity a lesson to all suceeding- times
and men. When laws were silent, con
science dead and vice supreme, despair
hurled back the awful truth:
"For there henceforth shall sit for
household gods
Shapes hot from hell all shames and
crimes;
Wan treachery with his thirsty dagger
drawn.
Suspicion poisoning his brother's cup,
Naked rebellion with his torch and axe.
Till anarchy comes down on you like
night.
And massacre seals Rome's eternal
grave."
It was all true of Rome; and like
causes will produce the same results
In America. Then let a mighty protest
go up from every true Republican from
Clatsop Beach to Steins Mountain and
from the golden sands of Curry to the
rock-ribbed hills of Wallowa, that the
frauds upon the ballot box at the pri
mary election must not and shall not
succeed; and that now and hereafter
unscrupulous politicians must be shown
that they can gam nothing; by such dis
honorable scheming.
Portland. July 13.
The June Bridegroom.
Atlanta Journal.
Don't waste any sympathy on the June
bridegroom. ; He Is Just as happy as
though be 9reretnt bim right mind,
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5CEOUSLY DOE3 A STUNT,
psatH Cz by cjewell ford
to eat breakfast before they gets on
their blanket clothes and goes at it.
They was rollin' up snow all over the
place, as busy as longshoremen all but
Pinckney. He gives out that him and
me has been appointed an art com
mittee, to rake in an entrance fee of
ten bones each and decide who gets the
purse for doin' the best job.
"G'wan!" says I. "I couldn't referee
no such fool tournament as this."
"That's right, be modest!" says he.
"Don't mind our feelings It all."
Then Sadie and Mrs. Pell butts in
and says I've Just got to do It; so
I does. We gives 'em so long to pile
up their raw material, and half an
hour after that to carve out what
they thinks they can do best, nothin'
barred Some starts on Teddy bears,
one gent plans out a cop: but the
most of 'em don't try anything hard
er'n plain snow men, with lumps of
coal for eyes and pipes stuck In to
finish off the face.
It was about then that Count Skip
hauser moves out of the background
and begins to play up strong. He's
one of these. big, full blooded pretzels
that's been everywhere, and seen
everything, and knows It all, and
thinks there ain't anything but what
he can do a little better'n anybody else.
"Oh, well," says he, "I suppose I
must show you what snow carving
really is. I won a prize for this sort,
of thing at Berlin, you know." .
"It's all over now," says I to Pinck
ney. "You heard Skippy pickln' him
self for a winner, didnt you?"
"He's a bounder," says Pinckney,
talkin' cornerwise "lives on his brigge
and poker winnings. He musn't get
the prize."
But Skiphauser ain't much more'n
blocked out a head and shoulders 'fore
it was a cinch he was a ringer, with
nothin' but a lot of rank . amateurs
against him. Soon's the rest saw what
they was up against they all laid down,
for he was makin' 'em look like six
car fares. Course there wan'n't. nothin'
to do. but Join the gallery and watch
him win in a walk.
"Oh, it's a bust of Bismarck, Isn't
it?" says one of the women. "How
clever of you, Count."
At that Skippy throws out his chest
and begins to chuck in the flourishes.
That kind of business suited him down
to the ground. He cocks his head on
one side, twists up his lip whiskers
like Billy the Tooth, and goes through
all the motions of a man that knows
he's givin' folks a treat.
"Hates himself, don't he?" says I.
"He must have graduated from some
tombstone foundry. "
Pinckney was wild. So was Sadie
and Mrs. Purdy Pell, on account of
the free for all bein' turned Into a
game of solitaire. v
"I just wish," says Sadie, "that there
was some way of taking him twn a
peg. If I only knew of some one
who .
"I do, if you don't," eays I. -,
Say, what do you reckon had been
cloggin' my thought works all that
time. I takes the three of 'em to one
side and springs my proposition, tellin'
"era I'd put it through if they'd stand
for it. Would they? Th'ey're so
tickled they almost squeals.
; I gets Swifty Joe at the studio on
the long distance and gives him his
Instructions. It was a wonder he arot
it straight, for sometimes you can't
get an Idea Into his head without us'n'
a brace and bit, but this trip he shows
uo for a high brow. Pretty quick we
gets word that it s all O. K. Pinck
ney bulletins it to the crowd that while
Sadie's pulled out of the competition,
she's asked leave to put ion a sub, and
that the prize awardin" will be delayed
until after the returns are all In.
Meantime I climbs into the sleigh
and goes down to meet the express.
Sure enough Cornelia Ann was aboari
a bit hazy about the kind of a stunt
that's expected of her, but ready for
anything. I don't go into many de
tails, for fear of givin' her stage fright:
but I lets her know that if she's got
CATHOLICS IN BIG CONVENTION
Federation of Societies Already Includes Over 2,000,000 and Is Steadily Growing.
THE American Federation of Catfi
olle Societies, which will meet in
National convention in, Boston in.
August has been approved by Leo
XIII, by Plus X, by two successive
Papal delegates in this country and by
almost the entire American hierarchy
in the United States. It numbers some
thing over 2,000,000 members and ex
pects eventually to Include every Cath
olic society In the United States. On
this point Archbishop O'Connell, of Bos
ton has said: "Inasmuch as federation
takes nothing away from the autonomy
of the individual societies, but adds
greatly to the strength of them all by
unity in aim and purpose, it is diffi
cult to understand why any Catholic
society should stand apart from so
beneficial a movement." The federa
tion's plan of work and organization
also are being largely copied in several
European countries and in the Philip
pines and Porto Rico.
Although the Federation still is en
gaged in the work of enrolling societies
upon its roster, it has done Important
work along the following lines, fre
quently in union with others seeking
the same ends, forming Catholic public
opinion on the great problems of our
times and calling attention to the views
of Catholics thereon: securing the bet
terment of conditions in the Philippines
and In Porto Rico; securing the repeal
of the obnoxious marriage law in
Cuba; the restoration by the govern
ment of rations to the Catholic Indian
scholars; aselsting In the defeat of t h el
Bard amendment affecting the rights
of Catholic Indians: the final accept
ance of the Marquette statue; the ap
pointment of Catholic Army chaplains
and of Catholic Indian commissioners;
consideration shown 'our Catholic Fili
pino students: permission granted for
the eelebration of mass in the navy
yards and public Institutions, including
prisons and reform schools; Introduc
tion of Catholic books in public li
braries; revision of histories and books
of reference prejudicial to the church:
removal of Indecent theatrical posters;
shedding light on the real situation in
the Congo; restoring the motto, "In
God We Trust," to our National coin,
and excluding from the malls Infamous
papers from Europe.
Among the great works for which the
federation will labor henceforth are the
unification of Catholic nationalities In
the United States as brothers in faith
and in civil allegiance, the destruction
qf divorce and the banishment of So
cialism, substituting for the latter true
Christian democracy, as outlined by
Leo XIII and Pius X.
The annual collection in Catholic
churches throughout the United States
for the propagation of the faith fixes
attention once more on the negro mis
sions. Pius X recently referred to the
work of the apostolate to the colored
people as "worthy of being encouraged
and applauded ,beyond any other un
dertaking of Christian civilisation.
There is now in this country a Cath
plio board, for work amoif the col
any sculpturin' tricks up her sleeve
now's the time to shake 'em out.
"I've been tellin' some friends of
mine," says I. "that when it came to
clay art, or plaster of parts art. you
was the real lollypop; and I reckoned
that If you could do pieces in mud, you
could do "em Juat as well- In snow."
"Snow!" says she. "Why I never
tried."
Maybe I'd banked too much on Cor
nelia, or perhaps she was right in say
in' this was out of her line. Anyway,
It was a mighty disappointed trio that
sized her up when I landed her under
the porte cochere.
When she's run her eye over the
size and wellness of the place, I've
brought her to, and seen a sample of
the folks, she looks half scared to
death. And you wouln't have played
her for a fav'rlte, either, if you'd seen
the cheap figure she cut. with them
big eyes rollin' around, as if she was
huntin' for "the nearest way out. But
we gives her a cup of hot tea, makes
her put on a pair of fieece-llned over
shoes and . somebody's Persian lamb
jacket, and leads her out to make a
try for the championship.
Some of 'em was sorry for her, and
tried to be sociable; but others just
stood around and snickered and whisp
ered things behind their hans. Hon
est. I could have thrown brickbats at
myself for bein' such a- mush head.
That wouldn't have helped any though,
so I gets busy and rolls together a
couple of chunks of snow about as oig
as flour barrels and piles one top of
the other.
"It's up to you. Cornie," says I. Can't
you dig something or other out of
that?" '
She don't say whether she an or
can't, but Just walks around it two
or three times, lookin' at it dreamy,
like ehe was In a trance. Next she
braces up a bit, ' calls for an old carvin'
knife and a kitchen spoon, and she goes
to work, the whole push watchin' her
as if she was some freak in a cage.
I pipes off her motions iyr awhile
real hopeful, and then I edges out
where I could look the other way. Why
say, all she'd done was to hew. out
something that looks like a lot of soap
boxes piled up for a bonfire. It was
a case of funk, I could see that; Jnd
maybe I wa'n't feelln' like I'd carried
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"My luncheon' says she.
a gold brick down to the subtreasury
and t.toked for the acid test.
Then I begins to hekr the "Oh's!"
and "Ahs!" come from the crowd. jKirst
off I thought they was guyln her, but
when I strolls back near enough for a
peek at what she was up to my mouth
come open. too. Say, you wouldn't be
lieve it less'n you'd seen it done, but
she was just fetchin' out that heap
of snow, most as quick rind easy as
ored people, of which Rev. John E.
Burke has been appointed the director
general. One of his first acts has been
to establish the priests league for the
colored missions of the United States,
securing Manager Falconio and the
bishops as its first members. He also
Is forming a lay association to co-operate
in work for colored missions.
It is an . ascertained fact that not
more than one-half of the 9,000,0fl0
negroes in the United States have re
ceived any form of baptism. A united
effort is now to be put forth by the
Catholic bishops, priests and laity of
this country to evangelize and improve
the condition of these neglected peo
ple. Something already has been accom
plished by St. Joseph's Society of
Priests, devoted to the negro missions.
This society is made up of devoted
priests bound by vow to give up their
life to the spiritual welfare of the col
ored people. Tlfelr mission houses and
churches are found in several cities of
the South and in various oountr.t
places. They have their seminary, their
Epiphany Apostolic College, their
school for colored catechists at Mont
gomery, Ala., and they display a zeal
hopeful, untiring, disinterested. Their
labors are rewarded with many con
versions. They now have several negro
priests at work also.
There also are many priests besides
the Josephites engaged In this field of
labor, who are In charge of parishes
made up of colored Catholics. Those
most familiar with the colored Cath
olics say without hesitation, that they
are men and women second to none In
America for sound instruction, 'keeping
God's commandments, frequenting the
sacraments, supporting the church and
works of charity, loyalty and generous
ly adhering to their religion; that they
are honest-hearted, good living, relia
ble Catholics. It will need but the
extension of all thk Catholic effort
far and wide, among the great mass
of the colored people, of whom' only
200,000 are now Catholic, to eventually
produce the same conditions In the
whole i ace.
President Roosevelt has among his
many distinctions the right to claim
relationship by ties of consanguinity
with Mother Elizabeth Seton. whose
probable canonization Is exciting In
terest in Catholic circles. The late
Archbishop Bayley, of Baltimore, was
her nephew. This prelate was con
nected with the New York family of
Roosevelt, whence came the President
of today.
President Relative of Mother Seton.
Mother Seton established the order of
Sisters of Charity in the United States,
at Emmlttsburg. Ind., In 1809. and the
Sisters are about to celebrate their
centenary. At present their establish
ments in the United States number over
350, with over 6000 members. In their
hospitals and asylums the Sisters care
foe 10,000 orphans, 2000 Insane and
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THE SNOW BEGINS TO FLY.
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If she was unpackin it from, a crate,
the stunningest lookin' altogotncr girl
that I over see outsido c. museum.
I don't ki-ow who it was suopos'fl
to be, or why. She's holdin up with
one hand what draperies sine's got
which wa'n't any too many ai. with
the other she's reachin' above her head
after something or other maybe tho
soap on the top shelf. But she was a!
beaut, all right. And all Cornelia was
doin to bring her out was just slashinV
away careless with the knife and spoon!
handle, hardly stoppin a second be-i
tween strokes. .She simply -had 'em
goggle eyed. I reckon they'd seerv
thinge just as fine, and maybe better,
but. they hadn't had a front oU be
fore, while a little ninty-pouno ciiina-'
mon top like Cornelia Ann stepped. up.
and yanked a whitewashed angel out of
a snow heap.
"It's wonderful!" says Mrs. Purdy
Pell.
"Looks to me like we had Skippy
fipgerin' the citrus, don't it?" says I.;
The Count, he's been staniiin there
with his mouth open, like the rest of
us. only growm' redder 'n redder. .
But just then Cornelia makes one.
last swipe, drops her tools, and steps,
back to take a view. We all quits to;
see what's comin' next. Well, she looks'
and looks at that Lady Reacher she's
dug out, never sayln a word; and be-i
fore we know it she's slumped down!
there right in the snow with; bothi
hands over face, doin" the weep act like;
a kid. '
In two shakes it was Sadie and Mrs.'
Purdy Pell to the rescue, one on each'
side, while the rest of us gaxps an!
anj looks foolieh. !
"What is it, you poor darling?" says;
Sadie. - - j
Finally, after a good weep. Corn f At
unloosens her trouble. "Oh, oh!" says,
she. "I just know it's going to rain
to-morrow!"
Now wouldn't that give you a fool-'
ish fit?
"What of it?" says Sadie.
"That." says she. pointin' to the anoWj
lady. She'll be gone forever. Oh. it's
wicked, wicked!"
."Well." says I, "she's too big to fo'
In the ice box.
"Never mind, dear." says Mrs. Puidy.
Pell; "you shall stay right here and";
do another one, in solid marble. I 111
give you a thousand for a duplicate
of that."
"And then you must do one for me,"
says Sadie.
"And me too," says Mrs. Dicky Madi
son. I didn't wait to hear any more, for
boostin' lady sculpturesses ain't, my
reg'lar work. But from . all I; hear:
Cornelia Ann she won't paste labels in
any broom fact'ry.
For your simple liver and" slow quit
ter, art's all right; but it's a long shot,
at that. What? Copyrighted by the As
sociated Sunday Magazines, Inc.'
6000 sick persons, and 25,000 Infants
are in their foundling asylums." '
Occasionally the story is circulated
of some magnificent donation being
made to Plus X to defray expenses of
his household and to help to spread
the faith. At this time, when Peter's
Pence is belnfr collected for the Holy
Father's Jubilee, It is well to remem
ber that these tales have no founda
tion in fact. In commenting upon a re
cent account of how 1,000,000 crowns
were sent by the Emperor of Austria'
to Pius X, the editor of Rome remarks:'
"We have taknn the trouble to secure
Information on the matter, and this Is
what we have learned from the very,
highest authority: During ther ' four
years and a half of the present ponti
ficate, neither the Emperor Francis
Joseph nor the ex-Empress Eugenie
nor the King of Spain nor any other,
likely or unlikely King or Queen in
the whole world has made an offering:
of as much as a single centesimo,
which is perhaps the smallest coin In
existence, to the holy father. The. ab
solute accuracy of this remarkable fact
may be relied upon, and the moral of
it is that the support of the holy see
Is dependent upon ..ie offerings of the
faithful."
Pope Receives French Women.
Plus X recently granted a collective
audience to about 150 women, who' went
to Rome as delegates of the. "Llgue
Patriotlque Francaise," which now
numbers nearly 40,000 members, and
which is organized principally to help
the bishops and priests of France In
such religious work as may be done
by lay women. In England a somewhat
similar organization has been effected
among the Catholic women, suggested
by a corresponding movement, the
Frauenbund, in Germany: and this, in
turn, has its parallel and counterpart
In the "Daughters of the Faith" In the
United States.
And now in this country another or
ganization, known as' the Catholic" La-
dies' "Aid Society, best known In Cleve
land, has 'been recently organized, and
Its first annual report promises an
agreeable surprise in the amount of
valuable and practical work accom
plished during the first year of Its
existence. The society is mainly the
outcome of a series of articles on
social questions, contributed by M. A.
Fanninir. of Cleveland, to the Catholia
University of that city.
We Doll Mothers. 4
Oh, no one knows how we must -work
To keep our dolls dressed up in style;
We cannot let them go about
In clothes tnat would make people smile I
We've sot to mind the cut and fit
Of irowns and hats and wraps thay waar
And as tha fashtons wn't stand still
Their clothes must always ba a c&rel
Each mornlnx wa must dress their curls.
Each morning wa must tie their beads;
We must devote much of our time
Attandinc to their little needs.
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