LIVING NOW
IN SHADOW
OF DEATH
Y/ncenzo CardincJ/r
7 THE WINDOW
Three time* hate these tig
m Scant —rda come Aad
three Uibm hat Death toi
I.* wed to their wake
T» the three victims who hate each
la 'urn merited this strange mes
"*** df death there may be added a I
fourth, a brother of two of tfcooe who |
hare already died aad a nephew of
the 'bird nboae ifie hat been taken,
dr ares tbe New Tor* World. He. ,
in ta-1. lives with the fear of death so
wrong m his bean that no amount of
• ■•■rsiice can dissipate It.
To the words of tbooe who seek to ,
•--*y the fenr that is slowly but sure
r verpowering him: that Is making
*f * strong man a weakling, his ah- '
•»er ta always the same:
am as a hand that is hopelessly
ra sed when Death s sickle is sw.no
in*.
f< U aa aaaner familiar to tha ears
if 'base who know of the bloody ven
lettas of Stlly And It is an answer
morn Stting. (or the man stands in
Soar of a Sicilian vendetta
Cnmes Justice Cannot (teach.
Vo rime or aeries of crimes has
teeoeated la years a!l the strange.
»»s««#ton*. sell nigh Inexplicable
tent ore* that are found In tbe Cardi
oofH ven delta, as It has come to be
- * **• Three time* has the assassin
rt >’ Ufin sent one message a warn
*e* <* approaching death, and three
ttemtk approached, struck
tnd made his escape.
•’ *• ®®« seventeen rears and a few
since the CartUnelli familr
ef- a little town in the southern part
* M *i». There waa the father. Fran
runra his wile, bis brother Gloranni
■ad Us three sons Giuseppe Bar
,di ,»d Vincenzo Franceses, hit
w'-'* “d Vincenao are still alive tbe
kh->r» are dead and it is Vincenzo
•ho Wands as be say*, “like a hand
W is beiptesdlr raised when D-ath s
* tie U swinging**
Another, them me* who left gfc-fly
hunt the same time a* did tbe Cor
i neihs Ho was a friend In Sicily
he hod been a neighbor, fn this coun
try be again Became a neighbor and
friendship of the olden days was
Dthera. too. from time to time, left
nwr farms their homed, and sod
,fc*dr household belongings and jour
***** to the Dad where thing* were
fiwe whore money was plentiful and
•here one might lire without work
*t»ry •» The Other.
km4 the others had known the Car
siueiiu and the Other, who in this
•torr st least, moat go unnamed
*Vhat the*, more natural than tha’
'he ''ardisetlU. tho Other, and the
rfhrcs be fneuds here in the country
•f *hetr adoption* And as tt was.
That sack the police bare learned
h» *hsir effsrts to solve the mystery
■* the ardlnelH vendetta
It ta not an many years ago that
'iem York was startled as It had sel
dom tees before or since by a pecs
iiarty afro dsns murder The victim’s
bod was discovered, jammed in a
barrel, in the early hours of the morn
in*
The "barrel mystery." as it has ever
since been known, was by no means
• asy of solution. It took the trained
sleuths many weary hours of pains
taking work to finally trace the vic
tim * history 10 Buffalo, and eventu
ally to lay their hands upon the men
whom they bud charged with the
crime
Finally Found Solution.
The success that did crown the ef
forts of the police in that case came
about through their knowledge of a
violent quarrel that had taken place
within the innermost circles of a des
perate band of counterfeiters. While
all had gone cmoolhiy the murderers
and the victim of the "barrel” case
had been friends. The moment there
arose a sign of trouble the first step
was to seal forever the lips of the
victim who knew and who was angry
and who might tell.
And la the Cardineili vendetta the
solution, i? it is ever found, will be
found by precisely the same methods.
TLr re came a time about four years
a: o when ihe Other seemed to grow
tired of the wavs in which the Car
dincllir were doing thogs. The others
e» identic- : .ued with tl.e Other The
gang was broken up.
It was only a short time after that
a friend of the Cardinellis. one they
had made since they came to this
country, received a blackmailing let
ter from the Black Hand. The man
was sore troubled.
In his first moments of apprehen
sion be went to Giuseppe Cardineili,
whom be- trusted, and tr id him. Giu
seppe needed but a single glance at
the Clack Hanl letter to knew from
*hcu i- came
Straight to the Other went Giuseppe
He told him the man he was trying
to blackmail was a frien^ of the Car
dinellir and that he must leave the
mai. alone. The Other only smiled.
A week or so later Giuseppe receiv
1 ed a Blai k Hand letter warning him
*o mind his own business. That was
the beginning of tbe Cardineili ven
detta
men came the first letter of warn
. Ing Giuseppe and his young wife
. and baby lived at 241 Hamilton ave
nue. Brooklyn. One day the mail man
brought a sealed, bedraggled looking
| ,eM*r to tb* b«>o»e When Giuseppe
opened it he turned pale, and without
a word walked out of the house
Only six words stared out at him
across the single page of note paper
on which the letter was writtne. But
the words were a message of death.
All that met the gaze of the man
! who was already dead was this short
but terrible message.
“You will die—at the window.”
And Giuseppe Cardinelll did die.
| though not at the window. It was less
; than twenty-four hours after the let
I ter came to his house that the Other
. and two or three of the others came
‘ *o his house. On their faces were
'smiles In their brown eyes was no
sign of anger. They had come, said
the Other, that they might talk things
over.
Lured tv His Death.
"It was not good that they should
be enemies." said the Other. “Each
knew too much of the others. Would
not Giuseppe ceme out of the house,
take a little walk and talk thiagi
over?"
Giuseppe did. He kissed his wife
and his baby and went out with the
men. An hour later the body of him
who bad been Giuseppe Cardinelll was
found on a bench in Coffey park,
Brooklyn. A sharp knife had all but
severed the head, an equally sharp
stiletto had found its way into a dozen
different places on the body.
The police conducted an energetic
search for the murderer or murderers
of Giuseppe, but their efforts were
seemingly fruitless.
The CardinellU were not Inactive.
They did not need to guess who had
done the deed. They knew. The'Oth
er and the others, they were the ones.
Giovanni, the uncle, was the most j
active of all the Cardinellis In his ef- j
forts to avenge the death of his !
nephew. How he did it he would not j
j tell the police, but Giovanni got word j
i from the Other that he must die.
“You will die—at the window,” read j
the message.
Giovanni was not frightened. “It is j
the Other.” he said, “but I will do to '
him what he would do to me.” Brave
words, but empty.
Police Could Do Nothing.
Two weeks to a day, or Jan. 18,
1909. after Giovanni received his word
of warning, he was sitting beside the
frosted windows in the rear of the lit
tle poolroom he maintained at 28
| Coles street. Brooklyn, when he was
shot dead.
Quickly the police reached the spot.
Back across the yard whence came >
the shot that had killed Giovanni went
the police, straight to a house front
ing on the next street. But there the
trail stopped.
But if the police did not know then,
they do now, that the Cardlnellis
knew who had fired the shot, even
though they would not fell.
“It is the work of the Other." said
the Cardinellis* “The Other must
die."
Little is known Just how much the
Cardinellis have retaliated against
their enemies. Yet no great stretch
of imagination is required to picture
the other side of the story.
Back no later than March of this ,
year a particularly sinister-looking Si- ;
cilian was found lying badly wounded !
in the gutter of a street in the Latin
quarter of St. Louis. In his body were
forty-three distinct knife wounds.
It was days before the police of St.
Louis were even able to force the man
to tell his name and admit that he
had come from New York. Other
than that he would not tell. Why or
how he had been injured, of that ho
would not speak. Who had attacked
him? He knew, but he would not tell.
“I know; and I fix him.” was all he
■would say.
In due course of time, thanks to
good nursing and a marvelous consti
tution. the man recovered and left the
hospital The next day he . disap
peared from St. Louis.
The Cardinelli Side.
Was that one incident in the other
side of the Cardinelli vendetta? The
police say it was.
Were it not. how. ask the police,
did the Cardinellis in New York know,
even before a word was published in
any newspaper, that the Other had
been stabbed forty-three times in a
street of St. Louis? For the injured
man was the Other.
And then came the third warning to
the Cardinellis.
Bartholdi Cardinelli lived In a mod
est flat house at 344 E. 21st street.
New York. Right next door lived his .
father, his mother and his brother.
Two years and more had passed
since the death of Giovanni. In the
interim the Cardinellis had escaped all
harm. The vendetta for them, at
least, had apparently ceased to exist. ;
And then came the warning:
“You will die—at the window.**
The message did not seem to Inter
fere with Bartholdi’s occupation as a
barber. To and from his work be
went, apparently as care-free as any
man could possibly be.
Bartnoidi even aared to sit on the
front steps of the house in which he
lived in the early hours of the even
ings. But once he set foot across the
threshold of his own home—then all
was changed. There, and there only,
did danger lurk for him.
For two weeks Bartholdi Cardinel
li’s form never showed & a window of
his home, either by day or by night.
And then came—death.
The night was particularly hot. The
small rooms of the flat were stuffy
and oppressive. Suddenly Bartholdi
rose from his chair, walked to the win
dow—fell back dead.
A pane of glass lay shattered on
the floor and five gaping wounds made
by as many crudely shaped slugs of
lead showed in hiB body.
Five minutes after the shooting the
entire block was surrounded by po
lice. Not a house, not a roof, not a
cellar escaped their search, but the
slayers were not to be found.
PROMOTER SETS UP A WAIL;
Mr. Sen* Declare* Great Chance I* j
Mieeed «* Me« Veto? Catacomb*
.
-Well Mr Bon*.- eald the lady
» »«»* rhe cold lorpaiM. as the com
MOr gathered at the dinner table after I
a arrenoom day to tbe Eternal city,
an m Mas to Warper** Weekly, “what
do rorn think «d Homo?”
1 haven't h**wn «h think, Madam." j
aaM Boos a eerily. *1 haven't had
1 don't Amv.* MM Bo«* 1 left
no ait — vMft Mil old ttsi
hrisaad who drove mo hooae. Jut
where I loft •* whan the whiotle blew
bow t wasn't at all Impressed. We'd
been in there not less than forty min
utes. and nary a train of any kind
that l could see run througb In all
that time; and even if there had been
I should not have tried to get aboard,
because as far as I could find out they
don't run to any place I have the least
desire to go to."
The student of human nature
laughed
"1 guess not." said he. 'There are
‘only two rfiations on the Catacomb
wibway. and they are both terminals."
"So I understand." said Boggs, "and
for -the time being neither of them ap
pealed to me. Besides, even If 1 had
wanted to go to one end of the Une or
tie other, I couldn't have done ao, for
the very good reason that them were
no ticket offices In sight.”
The Indy with the gold lorgnettes
Interposed- at this point
"Too are aware, of course. -lir
Boggs," said she. "that there are no
trains running through the cata
combs r*
That’s what they told me. madam."
said Boggs, "and it was Just that that
disgusted mo with them. (Must Jupt
ter! When will these Romans wake
up to their opportunities? Here they
have 545 miles of subway handed
down to them from the spades of their
sires, and no sign of a track running
in any direction. No expresses, no
locals, na third-rail, no straps, no rush
hour, no guards, no Impudence—no
nothing. Just 546 miles of gloom
varied by a faw ancestral pigeon boles,
any one of which, enlarged a bit.
would do nicely for a waiting moo or
a ticket booth. If some one of our
Roman friends who visit America pe
riodically with a hand organ, e—isted
by one of hla simian cousins adorned
by red cap and armed with a tin cup,
could only drink a few of our modern
ideas in the course ot his pursuit of
the elusive cent, this city of Caesars
would begin to look up. and. Instead
of ranking among the cities of the
world as a sort of glorified Mulberry
street, would soon become a second
Indianapolis, an Italian Syracuse, a
Caesarian Cincinnati-’*
tta Kind.
Wife—The church Is on Urn.
HOW FRANK SELEE DISCOVERED A STAR
Roy Corhan, Promising Young Infielder.
Prank Seelee. who more than any
other man was responsible for as
sembling the former world champion
Cabs. The greatest exponent of Inside
baseball of the last decade, may have :
tnctber wreath added to his imposing ‘
laurels, providing Roy Corhan, White
Sox recruit, establishes his right to
recognition as a regular member of
Comiskey'a club in 1911. Selee dis
covered Corhan way out in New Mexi
co when the great baseball strategist, |
broken down In health, had gone
thither in search of a healing balm
in 190C.
Corhan played for the Pueblo team
three years. In 1907, the first year
he was with Selee. he more than came
up to expectations. He batted .2;t5
and stole enough bases to give him a
place among the Ty Cobbs of the
western league. Corhan bettered his
batting average in 190S, reaching .256.
and hit 270 in 1908.
REGRETS HE TRADED KNIGHT
Connie Mack Says He Is Sorry he
Traded Clever Infielder for the
Veteran Jimmy Collins.
When Connie Mack, manager of the
world’s champions, allows a ball play
er to go after he has done service j
with the White Elephants it is a rare
occurrence for that player to show
anything like big league form there
after.
Bris Lord drifted out and "came i
back" with Cleveland. Connie then j
realized that there was lots in Bris !
and landed him in a trade with Me- j
Guire.
Of them all, there is only one that j
Connie Mack ever expressed regret
at losing. Jack Knight of the High
landers is this player. Connie taught
Jack all he knew, brought him along
Jack Knight.
and made a finished player oi 111m,
only to part with him in a desperate
attempt to bring the 1907 pennant to
this city.
“The only young ball player 1 ever
regretted parting with was Jack
Knight” said Connie, when Jack was
allowed to go to Boston for Jimmy
Collins.
Gven after the local boy was shift
ed to the minor league by the Red.
Sox Connie tnaisted that Jack would
be back in the big show and be n
star. As Connie predicted. Jack be
i*mi g |(g; of the first magnitude
with the New York Americans, and
seems due to have the best year in
his career.
Cy Seymour Going Fast
Cy Seymour, the old Gisnt outfield
er. is going like s bouse afire in the
Baltimore center field, and it would
not be surprising if Cy would get s
call back to the big show again next
year.
AROUND
XBASES
St. Louis misses Roger Bresnahan
behind the plate and also In batting.
The Des Moines club in the West
ern league is about to be sold again.
Konetchy is giving all the pitchers
that he faces a lot of trouble this sea
son.
The reason Walter Johnson is los
ing his speed is that he has changed
bis style of delivery.
Pitching seven good innings and
then blowing up in the eighth is no
way to win a ball game.
Lou Richie's twirling this season
has been par excellence. He is cred
ited with four three-hit games.
Detroit has entered into negotia
tions for Pitcher Willis Morgan and
Shortstop Bill Orr of the Salt Lake
team.
When a baseball team pays $22,000
for a pitcher it would be good busi
ness policy to hire a guardian to
make him behave.
The Cardinals will make $150,000
this season. From being the poorest
drawing card in the National league
the St Louis club is now one of the
best.
Hughie Jennings has decided to de
pend on his veteran pitchers for the
remainder of the season in hopes
that they will be able to pull the team
through yet.
Freddie Parent is hitting the hall
like a fiend for the Baltimore Orioles.
The fans are wondering in the East
ern league how he got away from the
big league. .
Pitcher Gustafson of the Ironwood
(Mich.) team struck out thirty men,
but was beaten in a 21-inning game a
few days ago. Some of the scouts
should look him over.
Pitchers are coming in the glare of
fame as pinch hitters. Caldwell.
Lange, Mullin and Willett. American
league pitchers, are considered good
enough swatters to send up in a
pinch.
The New York Giants have practic
ally closed for Pitcher Bert Maxwell
of Birmingham. Ala., the prize to be
$4,o00. Maxwell was once in the
American League.
The no-hit game pitched by Joe
Wood against the Browns at Boston
was the second of his career. When
with Kansas City in ISOS he turned
the trick against Milwaukee.
Boston's new outfielder. Jackson,
secured from Memphis, got his strat in
the Texas league. He is or is not a
relative of Joe Jackson of Cleveland,
just as you believe what the scribes
say.
Ray Powell, the White Sox recruit
player, who win join the Chicago
club in the spring, is rated one of the
fastest players in the minor leagues.
He has stolen about fifty bases al
ready this season.
Detroit Americans have secured op
tions on Pitchers Mike OToAe and
McCorry of the Albany club of the
New York State league. The former
is a brother of Marty O’Toole, pur
chased from St. Paul by the Pittsburg
dub.
PLAN FALL TRIP TO JAPAN
Jimmy McAleer Will Take Team of
All-Star* to Orient for Series of
Games—Probable Make-Up.
Next fall a bunch of ball players
will travel to the Orient and Jimmy
McAleer will be the pilot. When the
All-Stars of the American league play
ed the Athletics and dressed them into
proper shape to take a fall out of the
Cubs in the world’s series they im
pressed upon McAleer that they were
some baseball organization.
Already McAleer has made arrange
ments to visit the Philippines and
Japan with the All-American Stars
nest fall. He has the personal as
surance of each and every member of
the all-star team that played the Ath
letics that they will go along with
him. The make-up of the All-Star team
that will tour the Orient in the fall
of 1911, under the management of
Jimmy McAleer, will be as follows:
Pitchers—Ed Walsh of Chicago, Wal
ter Johnson of Washington, Doc
White of Chicago.
Catchers—Billy Sullivan of Chicago,
Gabby Street of Washington.
Inflelders—Harry Lord of Chicago,
Herman Schoefer of Washington, Xid
Eberfeld of Washington, Cunningham
and George McBride of Washing
ton.
Outfielder Ty Cobb of Detroit, Clyde
Milan of Washington and Trls Speak
er of Boston.
WEE WILLIE KEELER RETIRES
Disgruntled Over His Poor Playing,
Former New York and Baltimore
Star Decides to Quit.
Willie Keeler, the wonderful little
outfielder and most seienced batsman
of them all. is not likely to ever face
a pitcher again in a league game. Dis
gusted because of a bad play he
made in the outfield, the former Or
iole has quit the Toronto club, declar
ing that he is through with the na
tional game for good and all and in
tends to devote all his time to his
Brooklyn real estate and other inter
ests.
Wee Willie quit the team after a re
cent 12-inning game 2 to 1 defeat at
Jersey City, when Tonneman's single
to right blossomed into a triple and
then into a winning run. Keeler told
some of his team mates that If he
couldn’t smother that kind it was
about time to quit baseball.
The former Oriole has been one of
the greatest players in the business,
and if the reports about him are true,
baseball will lose one of its most val
uable men. In the last two seasons
Keeler has not shown his old great
form at the bat, but there was a time
whenever the champion welterweight
batter of the world, as he was fondly
dubbed, walked to the plate, a buzz
of expectancy came from the onlook
ers. They felt confident that some
thing w*uld happen to change the
complexion of the game. If the scor6
was close he was apt to tie it. or else
send in the run that would put the
team in the lead.
Keeler had the honor of leading th«
Willie Keeler.
National league in batting in 1897.
and 1S9S. His major league record
with the stick up to 1905 is remark
able. It follows:
Year. Club. Pet. Rank
1893— New York and Brook
lyn .333 22
1894— Baltimore .367 13
1895— Baltimore .394 3
1896— Baltimore .392 4
1897— Baltimore .432 1
1898— Baltimore .379 1
1S99—Brooklyn ...376 6
1900— Brooklyn .366 3
1901— Brooklyn .355 3
1902— Brooklyn .342 3
1903— New York Americans .318 9
1904— New York Americans .318 2
1905— New York Americans .302 6
Grand average at bat. .302.
Cub Castoffs Good Team.
A fan the other day called attention
to a star team when could be picked
from players turned adrift by the Chi
cago Cubs. He named the following
lineup: Moran and Ncnemaker,
catchers; Beebe, Stack, Pfeifer, Wear!
er and Perdue, pitchers,; Luderus.
first base; Sweeney, second base;
Loher, shortstop; Ingerton. third base;
Campbell. Miller and Mitchell, outfield
ers. The team appears strong In ev
ery place except In tbe bos.
ORIGIN OF A SONG
History of “The Little Brown
Church in the Vale.”
Touching Little Ditty Compoeed b)
an Iowa Physician Fifty Year*
Ago Haa Since Been Sung
Around the World.
Des Moines, Iowa.—Not so verj
long ago the writer attended a great
religious convention. There were
thousands of people in attendance
There were great speeches and great
singing. The influence of this great
meeting was so inspiring that hun
3reds of men marched the streets with
banners bearing appropriate mottoes
Nearly every convention has a favor
ite song. The favorite song at this
convention was, “The Little Browr
Church in the Vale,” and it was sune
with an enthusiasm that would make
any one want to come to the church
in the wildwood or anywhere else
where a church might be located.
The town of Bradford, Iowa, has tc
3o with the history of the song. The
homes in this little village, as caster
ners would call it, are of the New Eng
land type and shelter a class of people
who stand for moral, intellectual and
religious development.
in 18d» or 1860—or thereabouts—
the good people of Bradford resolved
to build a church where they might
worship God and teach their children
the importance of Christian living and
Christian service. The times were
tlose and the people were poor; but
being “masters of circumstances and
aot their abject slaves.” they con
qucred the hard times and their pov
orty by donations of stone, lumber
hardware, paint, and labor. The Con
gregational Church Building Society
came forward with a generous dona
tion of money, and the little browr.
church was ready for dedication with
out debt.
A little to the south of Bradforc.
lies the little town of Fredericksburg
In this little town, surrounded by on«
of the most fertile farming regions it
the world, lived a physician, W. S
Pitts. He was born in New York, re
ceived his degree from Rush Medica
The Little Brown Church.
College, and, pitching his tent in Fred
ericksburg, Iowa, gave forty of th«
best years of his life to his profession
Dr. Pitts- was quite a noted mai
and had a large and increasing prac
tice. His round of calls includec
Bradford. He was well acquaintec
with her people and took a lively in
terest in everything that pdrtainet
to their welfare. He heartily seconder
their efforts in building the little
church. Dr. Pitts was also a man o
musical and literary turn of mind
Just prior to the dedication of th«
church he was inspired to write i
song to be used on dedication day. H«
said, speaking of his songs. “1 cal
them inspirations, as they came tt
me with force, and I had to write then
out.”
The name of the song may not hav«
been less inspired. The little churct
is surrounded by large, stately treei
whose overhanging branches havi
sheltered, both it and its worshipper!
frcm the hot rays of the summer’s sur
and the cold blasts of the winter’!
wind. And as he thought of this littl*
sanctuary surrounded by these grea’
giants of the forest whom God plantec
there, as if to protect His chosen one.*
from harm, he penned this title, “Th«
Little Brown Church in the Vale,” t<
his song and wrote:
There's a church In tha valley by thi
wlldwood.
No livelier place In the dale;
No spot Is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale
How sweet on a bright Sabbath mornlnj
To list to the clear ringing bell;
Its tones so sweetly are calling.
Oh. come to the church In the vale.
There, close by the church In the valley
Lies one that I loved so well;
She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, ‘neath the wU
low;
Disturb not her rest In the vale.
There, close by the side of that lovet
one,
'Neath the tree where the wild flower;
bloom.
When the farewell hymn shall be chantet
I shall rest by her side In the tomb.
CHORUS.
Oh. come. come. come. come. ■
Come to the church In the wlldwod.
Oh, come to the church tn the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood ;
As the little brown church in the vale
This little song was first sung bj
Dr. Pitts on dedication day and wai
afterward published by C. M Higgini
of Chicago in 1865. From then untl
now this little song has been singini
its way into the hearts of the people
and it is not too much to say that 1>
grows sweeter and dearer as the yean
roll by. It has been sung around th«
world. It has been translated int<
other languages. A German minlstei
across the sea wrote the author o
this song that be never saw the Eng
lish version, but had often sung ?•
from the German print. And yean
ago a lady traveling In England wrot.
t,h8t-8h® heard ®ung in London b>
2,000 school children.
This little bit of history will correc
a wrong impression that “The Littli
Brown Church In the Vale” la only ,
child of the imagination, and to as
“ 18 "* 8ur« enoug*
church.” and can be seen by any on!
who will make a pilgrimage to Brad
ford. “The Little Brown Church” stil
remains as a monument to the enter
dy°*ion of pionee,
Christians of the vicinity of Brad