PROVIDENCE KEEPS
A WATCHFUL EYE
ON THE BABIES
GUARDIANSHIP
Extraordinary
Adventures of
New York
Children Who
Have Tumbled
Sometimes for
Five Stories
and Escaped
What Seemed
Certain Death
CALLED FOR HER
TKW YORK. In Now York,
city of many thrills, there Is
nothing more romnrknblo
than tho narrow escapes In
Its child world. Tho special
guardianship oxerclsod over
babies, big and little, Is especially
vigilant In tho summer tlmo, for thon
moro than over aro children oxposod
to thu dangers of Manhattan's hurly
burly outdoor life.
Clung-g! Clang-g!
Hound tho cornor tho perfectly
drilled horse dashes. He heads for n
huddled crowd almost without guld
mice from tho rolnn. If It Is In tho
crowded tenement district, porhnpa
In his wlso old head tin knows Just
what sort of n enso Is waiting for tho
ministration of tho young surgeon
who swings lightly from thu tnll of
tho ambulance.
Tho crowd breaks, making a narrow
avenue for tho surgeon. His keen
eye gllmpsos first tho figure of a
mothor almost prostruto on tho pave
ment, and beyond u smaller llguro,
ominously stiff.
instinctively ho glances upward to
tho lire osenpos, now crowded with
white-faced tenomont dwollers. Which
wub It third or fourth floor? ho
wonders In that Instant of crossing
tho Bldowalk.
Tho surgeon's examination Is hur
ried. Tho llttlo white lips do not
open to tell him whoro' It hurts. Tho
awful limpness of tho thin llttlo llg
uro would Btrlko terror to nny ono
sayo an ambulance surgoon.
"I don't know," ho suyH, crisply, to
tho torropt 'of questions from tho
mother. - Tho pollcemnn makes way
"TTTj'tho doctor, who with tho limp llt
tlo llguro In hlB arms swings Into the
nmbnlanco; tho driver gives tho signal
t tho wlao old horse nnd thoy nro
oft.
FOLLOW THE AMBULANCE.
After them goes tho mothor, wring
ing her hnndB nnd walling to high
leaven. And with her n Btroam of
nymimthotlc frhmds, nil bound for the
hospital.
"Poor Hi tie kiddle. I kwhb that'B
ihla finish, nil right!" exclaims u
L 1
IS VIGILANT
ghtsoor now to tho crowded ICnst or
Wont Bide, nud turnn on- his hool.
Whon he gotH back to linllnnapolis
or Dulutli ho will toll 'cm how babies
nro killed In Now York. Didn't ho
kco It, with his own oyoH?
Hut that Ih because ho did not fol
low tfio ambulance nnd tho mother
and tho stream of sympathetic neigh
horn.
If ho hnd well, this 1b whnt ho
would havo aeon. In tho waiting-room
tho mother rehearsing again nnd
again tho story of tho accident. It
had been such n dreadful night, that
last night with Bleep for no ono In
tho house. And her husband's break
fast to get at daybreak. Tho roomfi
woro ho hot. Tho baby fretted, ho
nho tucked him Into a clothes basket
and loft him there by the window to
play or nap while she took just n few
winks of bitterly-needed sleep.
Heaven only knows how clover
RGARET
PAPA TO CATCH HER.
baby llngoni accomplish Biich wondor
ful escapes! Apparently bnby was bo
curoly fastened In that clothes basket,
but with all tho skill or tho stage ox
port In lock-picking ami knot untying
tho woo hands loosoncd thu detaining
bonds; tho baby car attuned to catch
childish laughter in tho Btroot bolow
urged tho baby knees to creep ovor
tho Inviting window ledge nud the ca
tastrophe wub accomplished.
BABY SOON ALL RIGHT.
Just as sho reaches this point In
hor nnrrntlvo, and n murmur of sym
pathy buzzes through tho hot recep
tion room, word comes that tho
mother may enter tho ward.
"He'll bo all right In a day or two,"
says tho surgeon, curtly. "No bones
broken, no bad contusions, no Inter
nal hemorrhage. You can thank tho
quilts your neighbors woro airing for
that, Come back to-morrow at two
and you can see him, nil right. May
he you can take him homo."
"Tho good doctalr!" cries tho
woman, nnd "Tho good doctalr!" echo
her sympathetic neighbors as thoy
wend their triumphant way back to
tenementlaud. And sure enough, In
tho noxt day or so bnbyklu comes
homo as good as now, and tho mothers
who havo been exorclstng unusual
precautions In rcgnrd to lire-escapes
and open wIiuIowb forgot again. Only
tho good God who loves llttlo chil
dren nnd guards thorn ngnlnBt u mil
lion metropolitan dangers does not
forget, writes Anna Steeso Richard
son, In Tho World.
Sometimes It 1b tho window or un
nlrshaft which olTorH baby nn avenue
of escape to what proves perilous
freedom, Sometimes tho chlldrcu nro
sent to play on a roof which appar
ently Is securely fenced by n good
high coping,
Somotlmos nn awning breaks tho
flight through Bpaco. Or perhaps It
is a friendly clothes lino or a pile of
soft rubbish.
tiio vnrioiy oi tans ami escnpos
therefrom In Now York Is nlmost as
groat us Its populnt'on. Tho ono
greater thing is that with a record of
a desperate fall a wck ago through
out tho hot weather torm, buoIi a
small such a splendidly nmnll per
centage of the accidents end fatally.
FELL DOWN THE AIRSHAFT.
For Instance, thero was tho marvel
oub oscano of those two Hrooklyn
tots, Catherlno Morlarlty, just past
her second birthday, and Mario Clark,
two years her elder, who live In tho
five-story tenement at No. 22 Front
street. Thoy went to tho roof ono
day to play.
"Rlng-nround-n-rosy" thoso two wore
playing, and having n lovely tlmo
that day. They would swing around
and around until they quite lost their
bolance. Then suddenly a frightful
thing happened. Thoy swung too
close to tho glass skylight, and foil,
hand In hand, through tho glass nnd
down the alrshnft.
As they plunged headforemost
through CO feet of spaco to tho bot
tom of tho shaft their screams brought
every ono In tho building to tho roof.
Llttlo Mario being the heavier of tho
two struck the bottom llrst, and her
llttlo playmnto fell on top of her, par
tially breaking tho fall. Hut the Un
seen Hand had stretched out to savo
Marie. A bundlo of old nowspapers
thrown Into tho shaft lay nt tho bot
tom between tho bones of tho baby
and tho stono pavement.
Tho shaft was too small for u man
to climb down and rescue tho chil
dren., Tho windows, too, that opened
on It' were mere silts In tho wall. Yet
the children must be rescued by somo
ono nt somo hour. Next door wos a
llrohouso and to this tho frantic
mothers ran. Firemen with axes and
poles hurried into tho building and in
almost less tlmo than it takes to
tell It they had torn a great hole In
tho wall along tho side of tho shaft,
Tho children woro lifted out nnd hur
ried to the hospital. Now thoy aro nt
homo, and woro It not for n tcll-tnlo'
llttlo scar each will carry all hor life,
no ono need ever know thoy hnd
beon hurt.
SAVED BY CLOTHES LINES.
Quito as remarkable was tho escapo
of Master Sammio Welntrnub of No.
70 Stanton street. This tenement is
six "stories high nnd Sammio Weln
trnub foil nil tho way from tho top
to tho bottom, but six pairs of clothes
lines, all weighted down with clean
clothes, went with him, and when tho
nmbulnnco surgeon unwound tho
yards nnd ynrds of clothes lines and
laundry from Sammio all thoy could
And ns n souvonlr of his tumble was
a little cut on his forehead.
Llttlo Margaret llnrt, who at tho
tlmo she took her tumble lived nt No.
lflfiO Dean street, Hrooklyn, chose JuBt
tho nicest placo she could to land
TORE A GREAT HOLE IN
In her fall from tho second story of
tho building, Sho was standing on
tho llro-escape watching nor papa
down In tho yard bolow when sho
lost hor balance. What was moro
natural than for hor to call to hor
pajia to catch her? And ho did It!
Haby Holon Graf, a 21-monthsold
tot, who llvos nt No. 1357 Webster
avonuo, owes her escapo to two strong
llttlo nrms that hor fnthor has
boasted of all his life. Sho was play
ing on tho landing of thu fifth floor
of tho flro escapo when n misstep
sont hor plunging down towards tho
ground. At tho fourth floor, however,
her tiny hnnds ntruck tho iron rounds
of tho laddor. Instinctively she
clutched ono of tho rounds and hung
on with all her baby might. Hc,r
mother rescued hor.
OWES LIFE TO AWNING.
Slxtcen-months-old Grnco Sioboldt,
who lives nt No. 217 Tenth Btroot,
Hrooklyn, fell four Jloora tho other
day, but a good strong awning direct
ly beneath tho window from which
ti -liinin-n
Bhe had fallon held out its protecting
arms, nnd ns u rosult Hnby Sioboldt
rolled gently to the sldowalk, llttlo
tho worso for hor CO-foot fall. Llttlo
James Dellbla, who dospito his live
yoars is still much of a mamma's boy,
fell from tho third floor of his homo
at No. 30C East - Ono Hundred and
Tenth street. Two good strong clothes
lines, however, saved Jimmy from
harm.
The llfe-snvlng clothes lino again
came to tho rcscuo when Sammy
Rablnofltz, four years old, of No. 300
Georgia avenue, Hrooklyn, foil from
a window of tho third story of his
homo nnd landed on- bin feet, prac
tically unhurt. Clothcii line had
caught him nnd, nfter holding him
suspended In tho air n moment,
dropped him lightly to tho pavement.
What saved two-year-old Peter Ueb
hardt when ho fell from tho fourth
floor of his homo at No. 110 West
Thirty-ninth street no ono will ov.r
know. There were neither clothes
lines, nwnlngs nor anything vlsiblo U
savo him. Yot, notwithstanding, h
lnnded on tho sldowalk unharmed. An
nmbulnnco surgeon fnlled to find oven
so much as n scratch on tho llttlo
fellow.
EASY VICTIMS OF BLACKMAIL
When Royalty Is Indiscreet There Is
Generally Nothing to Do But
Pay Up.
In spite of nil precautions no ono
more rondlly falls n victim to tho
blnckmnller's snnro than n member ol
a royal house. If the blackmnller has
tho faintest shadow of n "hold" It Ie
Impossible to fight It out in court and
tho unhappy prlnco must grin nnd
pay It.
Tho German crown prlnco 1b the Int
est victim. When ho wns nt Ploen col
lego ho struck up n friendship with n
young Gorman noble, Count Hochberg
who was also a student nt Ploon. The
friendship wns kopt up after college
days were over, nnd for somo time
letters wore exchanged regularly.
Tho count fell on evil days and had
to emigrate to America, where ho bo
came chauffeur to n man named
Harnes. After somo tlmo ho dropped
his own nnruo and, having ndoptcd
that of Harnes, vanished from the
sight nnd hearing of his friends.
Recently ho has reappeared with
the crown prince's lottcrs. Thoso he
thrcntdns to publish unless his Im
porlnl highness carca to buy them
Tho prlnco'8 attltudo resembles thai
of tho duko of Wellington In n similar
situation: "Publish nnd be hanged!'
Ho says thoro Is nothing In tho lotten
THE SIDE OF THE SHAFT.
ho wrote to Count Hochberg that 1
worth paying n penny for.
Recently King Leopold of llolglu
rocolvcd nn anonymous lottor froi
Llego snylng thnt tho writer was a
accomplice in a plot to blow up tli
royal palaco at Hrussels and to kill th
ontlro royal family. Ho demandc
1,000, which wns to bo placed nt th
foot of a certain tree In tho Klnken
pola wood near Liege. In return
would reveal what ho know nbout th
plot.
Tho king sent messengers to tl.
plneo nnmed with ordorB to placo a
onvclopo nt the foot of tho treo nn
then watch what happened. Th
watchors had not long to wait. A ma
who had evidently been keeping a
oyo on thorn wns seen to take tho ei
volopo.
i'ho messengers promptly closo
wuii nun mm no nns nan an oppoi
tunlly or thinking out fresh schenu
In prison.
Industry Is too busy to oven recn
the days of depression.
The Strike in the
Clarion Office
BY CAROLINE A. HULING
(Copyright, by J.
llolcn Lcland looked sweet twul
charming In her fluffy white gown as
sho left the" ballroom with Harold
Manning.
"Shall wo have an Ico before we go
home7" ho queried. As they passed
under nn electric light on tho grand
piazza ho glanced appreciatively at
tho delicately flushed face.
"No, indeed! Not Just now. 1
must go to tho offlco llrst nnd arrange
my copy, then, while the men aro put
ting It Into typo, If you plense, wo will
have our ice. After that wo will go
back while 1 read tho proof. Rust-
ness before pleasure," sho quoted
gayly as thoy turned Into tho street
toward tho Clarion office.
"No ono would dream of associat
ing business with you, especially In
that stunning gown," rejoined Man
ning with cheerful gallantry.
Helen smiled wisely. "And yet It Is
serious business," sho said, "this be
ing society editor on a morning dnlly
even If wo do go to ballB In full
dress nnd have n good time dancing."
Manning offered no contradiction,
but really he could not assoclntc any
thing serious with tho petite, grace
ful tlguro nt his side. To him sho
"I Used to 'Stick Type' When I Was
In College."
seemed n gay llttlo butterfly, nnd oven
tho question of her good looks scarce
ly presented Itself to him definitely.
Indeed, sho wns not beautiful,
though possessing n charm that often
serves In good stead. Sho was bright,
vivacious, quick wlttcd and tactful, al
ways saying Just thoso pleasant
things that put her companions at
case. Rarely 22, and In tho morning
flush of glorious youth, Helen was full
of enthusiasm, and enjoyed tho ball
quite as though she was attending It
only for pleasure, with no idea of Its
being material for "copy."
Tho daughter of a country editor In
a fnshlonablo watering place, Helen
was glad to cum n trlllo during tho
gny Beason by writing for other pa
pers, but was careful not to let It
appear how much of this work she
really did, feeling that hor pen was
freer It unembarrassed by tho clamor
of notoriety seekers. That she was
society editor of tho dally Social Re
view she did not enro to conceal since
It gave hor opportunity to got ma
terial for her department and, Inci
dentally, current gossip for her letter
to metropolitan papers.
Harold Manning hnd no Idea of the
work sho really did. Truth to toll ho
thought hor rather frivolous, though
sufficiently amusing. He had met her
casually and, nttracted by hor airy
persiflage, because her cavalier, pour
passor lo temps. This evening he
had accompanied hor to n ball at one
of tho largest summer hotels, her fa
ther, her usual escort, having n "pub
lication day hendache," as sho tormcd
It, nfter bringing out tho Weekly
Clarion.
Thoy reached tho olllco soon nfter
midnight, nnd, giving him a novel
from a pile of review copies on hoc
desk, sho turned to her work.
"Miss Lolnnd, tho copy sent up this
nftornoon Is still on tho hook and
Smlthors nnd Morgan haven't shown
up yet. Thero nro not enough men
up thero to got up tho BtufT In tlmo
to go to press nt llvo o'clock." It was
Mr. Hurst, tho publisher of tho Socie
ty Rovlow, who spoko and It was evi
dent that ho had beon drinking,
Helen, absorbed in her work, silent
ly looked up with n puzzled expres
sion. "Can't wo call your father? I can
send ono of tho men for him," tho
publisher suggested,
"Oh, no, Indeed!" bIio replied, "Fn
thor was too 111 whon ho went homo,
nnd I know that If- ho Is disturbed ho
will suffer nil day to-morrow, I'll call
up tho Union ottlce and boo If thoy
can spare a couplo of compositors to
holp out."
"Thoro Is ono" 'sub' down thero who
will come at once," alio said a mo
ment lator, laying down tho receiver
of her desk 'phono, "but I need two."
A tiny frown wrinkled tho high fore
head which Manning was beginning
to adtnlre.
B. Llpplncott Co.)
"Cannot I help out?" ho hastoned to
ask, unwilling to witness hor dls.
tress. "I used to 'stick typo' when 1.
was In college you know I worked
my way through. If you havo got to
stay hero I might ns well make my
Bolf useful."
"I will be nwfully glad If you will,",
sho cngorly replied. "I can't boar to
arouse father."
Smiling. Manning removed his
dress coat and vest and, protecting
his linen wltTi the gingham "Jumper"
that Helen proffered kept by hor fa
ther for such emergencies ho
mounted tho stairs to tho composing;
room nnd, stick In hand, was soon
busy.
It was an hour later, about two
o'clock, when Helen hnd finished her
copy nnd sent it up. Whllo waiting
to read tho proof sho turned to the
novels sho wns to rovlow for tho
Clarion. Just thon Mr. HurBt renp
poarcd, nnd this tlmo his condition
was very appnront.
"Miss Lolnnd, tho men havo struck,
They say your rather didn't pay ofT in
full Snturdny nnd they won't worlc
nights without their money. If thin
paper Isn't out I'll tnko my work to
another office."
"I will see about that myself," Helen
replied Instantly, hor eyes blazing with
wrath.
Sho fairly flew up tho stairs. Tho
men, sullen and defiant, had gathered
In a group around tho Imposing stone.
"What does this mean?" sho de
manded. "Get back to your ensos at
once! Tho Rovlow must bo on tlmo
or wo loso tho Job."
"Wo want our money. Wo can't
work Tor nothing," responded ono of
them doggedly.
"How much docs father owo you?"
"Three dollars."
"And you?" sho turned to another.
"Flvo dollars, but Hurst said that
ho gave your father three hundred
last week and that ho paid out most
of It for a ball dress for you."
"For shamo!" sho cried. "I buy
my own dresses, nnd why Hurst
borrowed $200 of father last week
to pay for somo pnper. I nm ashamed
of you, to allow that man to influ
ence you. Can't you seo that he is
intoxicated and not responsible? Wo
must get this paper out and then ho -can
take his work elsewhere. My
father has been as kind to you as to
his own sons and this Is tho way you
act whon he Is sick and I cannot tell
him! Frank, you learned your trade
with us, I am deeply grloved by your
conduct. I will pay you myself to
morrow. I havo no money With mo
now. Hack to your cases, every man,"
nnd tho strlko wns over quelled by a
girl in an evening gown.
Manning had boen a silent, but by
no means uninterested spectator ol
tho sceno, which had passed too rap
Idly for him to tako part' in It. Now.
ho turned In astonishment back to his'
case, his oyo taking In tho copy be
fore him nnd his fingers mochanlcally
putting tho little slips of metal In the
stick In his hand.
His mind was not upon tho work
that he was doing. Dancing before
his mcntnl vision was tho picture ot
this girl woman In vory truth
garbed In n fluffy white gown, with
throat and shoulders modeBtly bared,
but with an expression of firmness
and determination upon hor face, and
eyes nllght with Indignation, nt vari
ance with her costume, which of Itsolt
wub so out of place In tho dingy
printing office. Ho had seen tho ef
fect upon tho rough workmen, a
vision of femininity novel to tholr
oyes, but so nil-compelling that thoy
had been thoroughly Bubdued. As
they returned to work nnd tho girl
left them ho henrd thorn muttor:
"Wo can't stand MIsb Helen. Wo'd
do anything for hor. Hut If that
Hurst comoB up here ngnln to-night
we'll throw him out, good and plenty."
Mnnnlng noticed that Helen had
checked Hurst, as he was about to re
enter the office, but ho did not hear
her soy:
"You would better rest awhile, Mr.
Hurst. Tho men nro angry with you
Just now. They will work bettor with
out you," and tho fellow returned td
a nenr-by saloon. .
Tho dawn wns breaking whon Mnn
nlng took Helen home, for sho hnd
stayed to see tho forms made up and
the paper on press. A long cloak
covered her whlto gown and thorc
waB no ono on tho streets to remark
tholr appearanco at an unusual hour
A thrill ot prldo In her stirred the
cold man of tho world who had been
only amusing himsolf with this light
hearted child. Ho had boon a fool;
but his oyes were opened at last. This
was tho girl ho had assumed to bo n
trlllor, a frivolous butterfly. He had
not thought her oven pretty. Now, to
him Bhe was loveliness Incarnato, and
In hla heart hope planted a germ for
whoso tuturo lusty growth tho mutual
glnnces of young oyes augured well
Indeed.
Too Big a Price.
Doob tho pursuit of wenlth cut tho
American man of business oft from
tho old-fnshloncd relish ot books and
society? In other words, Is ho paying
too big or disproportionate a prlco in
time nnd strength for wonlth and
commercial prominence? My answer
would, bo: Yes, boyond question.
From A. Hnrton Hopburn's 'The
American Business Man" in tho Century.