The evening world. Newspaper, June 14, 1913, Page 8

yn ee > BVENING WORLD, SATURDAY, JUNE 14, 19 uois Indian Children Now in New York Tell of Their Games and Songs They Sing Transients in Arca The Tale of Two Who Met by Chance on an Oasis pt Manhattan Desert. nae | By O. Henry. (Comyright, 1011, by Doghieday, Page Co.) every geen or heard of the Indians who have pitched upon the Delafield estate, Van Cortlandt Park, and whe original interpretation of the of Hiawatha twice every day. talking to the kiddies in this af rite! chief pastime is playing the pth in imitation of thelr Which Ie Indtan for Twenty Summers, “Is to Play Hiawatha’’—He Takes the Title Part in ‘the Indian Play, Which the Woman's Municipal League Will Present in Van Cortlandt Park. Go ttle Indian Mééles amuse ? What games @e Beautiful steps His appreciative little audience all join in the chorus of his gongs, and even the tiniest babies jump up and down tn an effort to dance and lap their chubby hands when the tom- fom sounds. * Ga-ha-sha fe just nine years old He 1s tall for his age and very leam which makes him @ very graceful dancer of the many sacred and (tribal dances Ga-ha-sha means “Twenty Summers,” and although ite owner likes hie In- dian name he has another name which he uses at school, and he will be known as Arthur Cornfield when he Grows into manhood and castes bis first vote. It fo the ambition of every Indian . “py Best Fun,” Says Nine-Year-Old Ga-he-sah, P \j i that has escaped discoverey by the summer-resort pror |, motets, and cool. ished in dark oak of ‘Home-made breeze: shrubbery give It the delights without the inconvenie of the Adirondacks, One can mount its broad staircases or glide dreamily upward in its aerial | elevators, attended by guides in brasa | buttons, with a serene Joy that Alpine ‘climbers have never attained, There is a chef in ite kitchen who will prepare HERE ts & hotel on Broadway, “L hope our sécret will be 1d Madame, 1 do not know if they should desc) know of Place so delightful in summe th the cantie of Count Poltonki, 39 Us Ural Mountain: that Baden-Baden nnes are almost deserted thie #6 sald Farrington. “Year by yeat the old resorts fall into disrepute. Per- hi y ot Uke ourselves, a seeking out, the overlooked by t jfor you brook trout better than the! White Mountains ever served, sea food that would turn Old Point Comfort—"vy Gad, mh!"—sreen with envy, and Maine vension that would melt the of+ ficial heart of a mame warden. A few have found out this oasin in the July desert of Manhattan. During that month you will see the hotel's ree duced array of quests scattered Juxurt ously about in the cool twilight of ite lofty dining-room, gazing at one another across the snowy of unoccupied tables, silently cong latory. Superfluous, watchful, pneumatically moving waiters hover near, supplying every want before It Is expressed. The e Cedric galls,” eyes proclaimed hie reg 1 too must leave on Mon: day,” he sald, Mme. Beaumont shrugged one round shoulder in a foreign geatur “One cannot hide gere forever, charm. ing though it may be. The chateau hae been In preparation for me longer than @ month. Those house parties that one must give—what a nuisance! Mut I 1 never forget my week in tae Hotei Lotus,” é ‘Nor shall 1,” said Farrington ta a low voice, “and I shall never forgive the Cedric. H H temperature in perpetual April. The) On sunday evening, three days afters celling \# paimted in water colors to| ward, the two eat uta little table on counterfeit a summer sky across which| the same balcony. A discreet waiter delicate cloudy drift and do not vanish | brought icca and smat! glasses of elaret as those of nature do to our regret. cup. In thin July ‘came to the hotel one whowe card that she rent to the clerk for her name -to be reg! 4 read; “Mme. Weloine TYArcy Beaumont.” Madame Beaumont was a guest as the Loftus loved. She child to be exactly Ike the white interpreter of ths reat foe American children, “American!” that One is a tiny boy of five | 18 to them the most beautiful word of e stunt is to stand in the| ll! Every one of them is more than proud to be American, and even the tinlest tots lose no time in telling falk Indign, the little chap’s | rangers in their babyinh, broken Hnge fe 00 perfect one is able to tell that they are American the,tonatien, of his voice precisoly | They are red American kiddies, and hg ia uttering. The other ae holed dha kiddies, That : Mee warhinghen Sat pon eT wieeatan eae Tui ihs pelea, sdeane heed yor Op j 3 that made the hotel employees her anile that had won the Hotel Loss, *% skipping rope and ball; and the Httle : \ the kiddies in the camp sit | @irle have pretty dolls in bead trimmed ground and attentively Iiston | dresses. Just happy, laughing, cunning bis narration, which he punctuates | kiddies every one. Bnatches of songs and many wild, ELEANOR SCHORER. | The Amazing Story of “The Three Deuces,”’ A New York House of Mystery and Crime 4 dead atrest until the detectives and) Flannery’s mother had persuaded him) Just a year ago to-day a milk wagon |left by two girls who died together the Dalcomos disappeared. If the wis-| to leave Mary Sexton and go home. The| Of Siragosa Brothers, standing in front | after signing a note, saying tat they “No. 222 Chrystie Street, in the Sordid Block Once) som ot the detectives holds true, there] girl, in thelr room in The Three Deuces | of The Three Deuces, was blown to|had “drunk too deep of the ies ot : | “ ry will be another murder near The Three| pleaded hysterically, flercely with him| Pieces by a bomb thrown from the roof | life to ever know t leasure of bi th- Known as ‘Lovers’ Lane,” But Now Called) Deuces soon. fo stay with her. He shot her through] of the house. ing clean alr again.” It was In one of “, ” The ground on which The Three Deuces} the back, The bullet which killed the} These are but the more conspicuous, these houses, No. 219, in which Nathan Getaway Row,’ Stained on Every Floor and in and the seven other tenements which| girl” plerced his own wrlet, passing| Incidents in the aordid history of The | 8c ' , ‘hwarts, the murde: f little Jull Boery Secret Passage With the Blood Record of | were vuitt at the same time in the early] through her body. The boy plead Three Deuces. within Afty feet either /Connors, xilled Himaelt after hiding, after hiding, @eventics atandn was part of the} that he shot in self-defense, but was| way one finds places written down in| hunted by the pollce, for two weeks. @ Home of Peace and Romance, at, Auguatine’s| sentericed to eight yeare and a half in| the police books as the acenes of mur-| It le a bad old house, The Three © te f ‘e the Haunt of the Bowery’s Furtive Church, the @ray pile which rises in| Sing Sing. der, bon throwing, stabbings and rob- | Deuce: fe Beaumont wore the same beauil- ng gown that she had wer < a despite the efforts of the pres+ 4 Houston street just off the Bowery, and| The Lexow investigation, through the] bery. Even the other side of the street | ent proprietor, a Brooklyn man wh. %. Night People and the Lodging Place of New) yellow ignted cross tas shone} testimony of the agents of Rav. Dr. C.|has not been immune. Where the Adler | bought it after the fire, to keep It rep. “> York’s Most Brutal Foreign Criminals. r ) under nfbol of pity and] H, Parkhurst, showed that The Three | Theatre and the Bethesra Rescue Home |utable. He haw succeeded in gettin Deuces and several of the other houses| iow stands was a row of brownstone | hardworking, self-respecting tenants, b: were controlled by the notorious Augusta| houses, once known as Suicide Row or jhe cannot keep the human vermin of alr about it for two generations. Thurow. Capt, Jimmy Dunn, Mike Reap| “the overflow of McGurk’ Nowapa- st wide from using his halls, his Qtmes more im the face, But they also! Was intended for part of the cemetery! ang Johnny Holland, veterans of Police, Der readers of a decade ago may re- rs, his back fences and his roofs wish te be at hand if Giovanni andjof the church. Even then the city was| Headquarters, well remember how they} member the appalling tragle mesnage|for their natural “getaway.” Giacome, drothers of the murdered| becoming tov crowded for cemeteries, | headed for The Three Deuces every time Man, come about. After the murder|@nd the ground, as yet unblessed, Was| there was a dirty robbery or a murier Detectives Greatano and Wuchler took | turned over to secular uses. In the territory about Houston street and the brothers to the door and asked] The old fashioned flats with the us-| the Howery in those days. them if they knew the place. Giovanni lest possible fre escapes were at once) jy, was in hall of The Turee hed been but half a block away when|Sttractive to newly-wed couples, They so that the horrible hatpia duel his brother was killed; but both shook| Were filled up with young people. ht sy 4 i Hire Al z i ! t 3 8 & i z ef HE i ‘their heads sullenly. “There,” said Graetano, pointing *o the sidewalk, “is the place where your brother died.” Startled out of thelr studied restraint, both men dropped to their knees and bit their knuckles until they died, It was their ancient way of swearing personal ven A ment before thy windows had been full of chattering men and women. In a e@econd every voice was still; every head disgppeared. The place was like Younger New York came to know the block as ‘Lovers’ lane. Its people were for the most part of Irish and German descent; except for such In- herited racial friction as in bound to crop out between races which like each other and are timid about admitting it, m™mo-| tt was a place of peace and romance— @ melting pot of the foreign born Americans just after the civil war, Within o short seven years the pol- non of the worst days of the Bowery began eddying around the corner through Houston atreet. Occupied no Jonger by the trim girls and the clear- eyed boys who serve customers in the great dry goods stores along Grand street—where Lord & Taylor laid the foundations of the concern's later Broadway and Fifth avenue success —furtive night people began engi s lodgings 11 Chryatle street. The concert halls and dance halls which gave the Bowery the bad name hich sensitive latter-day merchants would try to get rid of by changing the time-honored name, sent queer lodgers inte the last block of Chrystie atreet. ‘The habitues of Armory Hall and uf Owney Geoghegan's place and many others found It convenient to live there. ‘The conservative decent people were being diaplaced by them without wether understanding what was going on unt!! Supt, Walling and Capt. Webb of the Eldridge street station descended upon The Three Deuces with the great- est raid which, up to that time, New York had knowp. Eighty prisoners were taken, charged with everything from disorderly conduct to the robbery of drunken or od victime lured from the nearby ‘The self respecting tenants moved away in a flock. The houses filled up with immigrants from Poland and Hun- gary, cowed, careful, industrious people without criminal instincts, But the crooks of the town had learned the channels. They knew the doors batween the yards of the houses of Lovers’ la They knew the connections through the doors in cellar walla, They knew the level roofs, And when crime was loose in the neighborhood and the po- lice were on the trail of the oriminals the fugitive took to the block on the east side of Chrystie street as the easiest way to confuse and elude his pursuers. By 180 the hardworking sweatshop people had been crowded out of tho block 1 conatant hunile races by police after prisoners in the back yards, flat to flat searches, added to high rents offered by those who wanted to exploit the place again as an evil annex to the Bowery's night life, drove them away. Even in thowo daya the tradition of the evil fate of The Three Deuces had begun to crystallize, May 11, 1898, Will- jam Flannery, (he need-do-well eon of a Jersey City police captain, shot ant killed there Mary Sexton, a girl who had been hi mate in childhood. The lure of New York had drawn them and @heeney Rose at Houston street and the Bowery with both women torn and fainting from the exhaustion of their age struggle. Nigger Martha, a| white woman of swarthy complexion committed suicide in MoDonald’s restau- rant in Houston street. With her last breath ahe asked that Cock-eyed Grace be not permitted to look upon her, dead. Grace tried to force her way into the @reat wake in Forsythe street. Rose barred her way. And that morning when Rose returned to her home in The Three Deuces, Grace sprang upon her and tried to rip out her ey They fought like wildcats to the Bowery, and their horrid battle was @ tradition for quieting and the Hungarians flowed in again, bu. only for a little while did the peacefu! occupation last. The second geheration bred many youths and girla who took to the evil ways of those who had gone before them. For the protection of their families the latest comers moved away again. The li Bowery dance and graft hall Suicide Hall, the Empire, the Alhambra, the Manhattan and the Palm Garden, filed the block with their frequente: A dark sireet, out of the light of the Bowery, the short Chrystie street block was ideal for the worst activities of the folk who made these resorts their night time gathering places, What had once been known as Lover's Lane became Getaway Row-—#o called because of the certainty with which the pursued criminal once well inside the hall of Tho Three Deuces or any of the other seven houses could escape the po- lee, even as did the murderer of Giu- seppe Dalcomo on Monday evening. Lupo the Wolf and Morrello, the mur- derers, counterfeiters and blackmailers, | the ground floor of The Three Deuces years. They kept roo In other house: of the row tov, slipping from one to the other through the cellar openings for the confualon of the police and Federg! | Secret Service agents. Vito Laduc, who murdered In Wilkes-Barr: bo and Vito the Ox, who was killed in lome- stead after Benedita Madonga w. found murdered in a barrel at Bleventh treet and Avenue D ten years ago, so shared the same rooms, Lupo the Wolf and Morello are now serving long terma in Atlanta Federal prison for counterfeiting. A fire starting in the grocery store o: Nicolo Dimarco from ol! soaked boxes on the ground floor of the Three Deuces July 2%, 1907, caused the loss of twenty one lives, Another fire had bd juger the Hall stairs to cut off r apparently. The firemen could not get through the windows because of th buckets, baskets and other litter whic evked the fire escapesjumt as thos [hve curapes are clogged to-day, Fitter faenred and twisted victimes walked o ot the hospitals a few weoks marked for Ife. Dimare | Kanaas City by Detectives {Cavene, wae brought here monihs lat | Serese the river and into wicked ways. and acquitted of the charge of arann, | THE CHATEAU NAS BEEN IN PREPARATION FOR LONGER THAW A slaves, Hell-boys fought for the honor of answering her ring; the clerks, but for the «uextion of ownership, would have deeded her the hotel and its con- ‘tents; the other gueste regarded her as | the final touch of feminine exclustve- | ness and beauty that rendered the jeniourage perfect. |. Though alone in the Hotel Lotu Madame Beaumont p |of a queen whose | ponttion only. She breakf: 13 cool, lesurely, di | | who glowed softly In the dimness like | a Jasmine flower in the dui isut wt dinner wax Madam height. She wore 4 gown as beautl- ful and {mmaterlal as the mist from an! | unseen cataract in a mountain gorge. ‘The nomenclature of this gown is be- yond the guess of the sori Always | Bale-red rosea repored against its lace- garnished front, It was a gown that the head-waiter viewed with respect | met at the door. You thought of 4 waen you nd maybe of mysterious Count nd rouge-et-nolr, *On the third day of Madame Beau- mont’s residence in the hotel a youns man entered and registered himself as *® Buel His clothing-—to apeak of his) polnta in approved order—Wwar quietly in the mode; his features good and rog- ular, his expression at of a poised and sophisticated man of the world. the clerk that vering the sailing of European a ships and sank into the blissful inant- | tlon of the nonparell hotel with the contented alr of @ traveller in his favor- tte ann, ‘The young man—not to question the veracity of the register—waa Harold | Farrington. He drifted into the exclu- and calm current of Ife in the Lotus so tactfully and silently that not \ rest, patronym, and was lulled into blissful peace with the other fortunate mariners, In one day he le and hin walter and th re the panting chasegs after repose that kept Broad- way Warm should pounce upon and Aentroy this contiguous but covert haven, ‘After dinner on the next day after the arrjval of Harold Farrington Madame Renumont dropped her handkerchief In 4 out. Mr. Farrington recovered turned it without the effusivene seeker after acquaintance. Perhaps there was a mystic froema, sonry between the discriminating « of the Lotus, Perhaps they were drawn one to another by the fact of thelr com. vering acme of summer resorts in a Broadway hotel, Words delicate !n courtesy and tentative In departure from formality passed between the two. “One tires of the old resorts." said Madame Beaumont, with a faint but sweet emile, "What le the use to fly to the mountains or the seashore to escape nolse and dust when the very people that make both follow ua there “Kven on the ocean,” remarked Far-! rington, sadly, ‘the Philletines be upon {took hie le made her you. The moat excluaive steamers are wetting to be scarcely more than thy tat None wae of 4nd 1 wanted to tell you before T sunt boats, Heaven help us er resorts Macovers that the Lotus further away from Broadway than | Jsand Islands er Mackinac." want to tell you something, I'm gotn: Ing, beeau vi work. I'm bebind the hoslery count at Casey's Mammoth Store, and my ¥ cation’» up at 8 o'clock to-morre' That paper dollar ts the last cent I's! seo til I draw my elght dollars ealaty ‘next Saturday night. You're » real gen- me, tleman, and you've been good to @ been saving up out of my wages gi for « year just for this vacation. 1 wanted to spend one week like a lady I never do another one, I d to get up when | pleased instead of having to e and I wanted to live on the best and waited on and ring bells for thi like rich folks do. Now I've dene St, and I've had the happiest time I ever expect to have In my life I'm going back to my work and my little hall bed- room satisfled for another year, wanted t@ tell you about it, Mr. Fare rington, because I—I thought you kind certainly of|of Mked me, and I-T iked you. But Versailies and rapiers and Mrs. Fiske/oh, [ couldn't help deceiving you up {Ill now, for it was all just lke # fairy tale to me, “This dress Ive got on—It's the omy one I have that's fit to wear—I bought trom O'Dowd & Levinsky on the ine Iment plan. pald for. That'll be about all & have to eay, Mr. Farrington, except that my name ia Mamle Siviter instead of. Madame Beaumont, and T thank you for your attentions. This dollar will . pay the instalment due on the dress to- Tl go up to my room Harold Farrington listened to the re cital of the Lotus's loveliest guest with an impasalye countenance. When had concluded he drew @ small boow lke a checkbook from his coat pocket. He wrote upon a blank form in this with a atuh of pencil. tore out the leat, tossed {t over to his companion and took up the paner dollai t to xo th work, too, tn thé ind T might as well it for the dol- lar instalment. been @ collector for O'Dowd & Levinsky for three years Funny, ain't it, that you and me both had the vacation? wanted to put up at a swell hotel, and T saved up ost of my twenty per. and did it. fay, Mame, how about @ trip to Coney urday night on the poat—whatrey, Th of the pacudo Mme. D'Arcy Beaumont beamed, isn ‘Oh, you bet I'll go, Mr, Farrington. tore ol 12 on Saturdays, I guess Coney'll be all right even if we did spend a week with the awella, Below the balcony the sweltering efty growled and bussed in the July nigh Inside the Hotel Lotus tue tempered; cool shadows reigned,.and the solicitous water alngle-footed near the low win dows, ready at @ nod to ser: and her escort. meng At the door of the or Farrington peenumomt reached. th Keine anit ust forget that ‘Harold F; : will you?—MeManus ine the me ten