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DIFFERENT IN JAPAN 1
i POLICE THERE DO NOT CLUB LIFE OUT OF PRISONERS. THUMB-FOREFINGER GRIP They Carry no Firearms, But Are Provided With Swords—Consul Fu jita Explains How Well “the Finest Work In His Country— Thinks Chicago Police Rude. Toshlo Fujita thinks the policemen of Chicago aro very rude. This opinion should carry some weight, because the Hon. Toshio Fujita is a gentleman from a country where people are not rude, ana he knows whereof he speaks. He Is the consul in Chicago for his imperial majesty, the emperor of Ja pan. According to Mr. Fujita they do things differently in Police circles in his native country. l,ie policemen are never hauied up ‘ on the carpet” before the chief for beating innocent citizens with clubs. When the Japs.i ese consul takes his walk abroad in Chicago he is shocked and surprised to see every po liceman swinging or tossing a mighty oak stick and evidently on the alert to swat somebody with it. In fair Nip pon, whence Mr. Fujita comes, the po licemen are celled "peacemakers” and their mission is of a far more pacific nature than that of the police officers here. They are not looking for trouble. They try to prevent It. They do not seek to arrest as many prisoners as possible. On the contrary, they strive to quiet the angry passions of the little men who occasionally engage in brawls and quarrels and send them to their homos. But it must not be thought that the Japanese police officers are without means of defense or in such a position that they would have to retreat before a belligerent prisoner. They make ar rests when necessary, but they do so In a very different way from the Amer icans. There is an art—a trick of wrestling—known to the police force of the little empiro which enables them to subdue refractory prisloners without breaking their skulls with an oaken club. That method would bo called “rough work" by Toshlo Fujita were he given to America slang, which he is not. It is an art very difficult to ex plain to a Chicagoan, but Just as easily used 03 Americans as on Japanese if only the Chicago police were Instructed in the method.* When a disorderly man in Tokio or Yokohama objects to accompanying a police officor, instead of beating him into submission as though he were a refractory horse or a dog, the Jap nese policeman seizes him with a peculiar wrestling grip in which the thumb and forefingers of the right hand come into play and the prisoner speedily finds himself on his back. He is not hurt; it Is not necessary to send him to a hospital. He is merely over powered by superior cleverness, and in a few minutes he finds himself in the patrol wagon started for the station — for they have patrol wagons in all the principal Jananese cities. This a.-t of handling; prisoners is taught the policemen in the gymnastic course which they must undergo before they are eligible for the force. As in the case in London, the policemen aro noi passed physically merely because of the possession of a certain amount of brute strength, because they lift a certain weight or push an indicator to a required figure on a dial. They must be agile, athletic and adept In manly exercises and the principal of those Is the method of handling prisoners so they may be subdued without unneces sary violence. John I*. O'Brien, a former member of the Hoston police department, went to Nagasaki, Japan, a year or more ago and was engaged by the police depart ment there to iustruct toe officers in certain branches of police work peculiar to the western peoples. He was especially struck with the method of handling refractory prisoners with the thumb and forefinger and picked up the trick himself. He has lately returned to Boston and In now engaged In trying to demonstrate to the police commissioners how far superior to the club is the Japunese system. The com missioners have been favorably Im pressed by the Idea and may adopt It. If It meets with success there It will probably be taken up In other parts of tho country and eventually the police man s club—the most potent cause of trouble for officers —may disappear. i'Ue Japanese policeman Is armed with a short sword, but he never uses It except for self-defense. Even then he Is not permitted to use It unless he is attacked by more than one man or by a prisoner with a weapon, which occurs very seldom. A Tokio police man would not last an hour on the force If he drew his sword and as saulted a single prisoner. Of course, that is the theory on which the Chl rago police are supplied with clubs and revolvers—that they may defend themselves, but In nine cases o*'t n* tee they are used for offense luie*d of defense. If a man under arrest shows the slightest resistance, even though he be one-third the slie of the polWman. out comes the club immediately and he is beaten on the head as though the policeman’s huge frame were in im minent peril. If a prisoner, arrested on the most trivial charge, breaks away and runs out comes the revolver and his life is placed in Jeopardy, though he may be charged only with vagrancy or some such offense and would be discharged in court the next morning. The Japanese police, says Mr. Fujita, carry no firearms —indeed, revolvers and similar weapons are scarce there outside of the army, and the consul declares the result is that there are almost no footpads and holdups in the cities. He admits that there are many pickpockets, but the hold-up man with his gun is almost unknown. In Tokio there are 3,475 police officers traveling beats —one for each 556 inhabitants. In addition there is a mounted force of 251 “inspectors,” cor responding to the Chicago "patrol ser geant" and the New York "rounds man,” wnose duty is to keep an eye on the patrolmen and see they are per forming their duties. There are twenty-five principal police “officers” or stations and ten branch stations, the former commanded by captains and the branches by lieutenants. And in addition to these there is a feature which might well be copied in Chicago. It is this: Scattered through the city at various prominent points are 405 little houses, like patrol boxes, only enough larger to accommodate four policemen. In each of these two pol'cemen are always on duty, while two others on the same beat are patrol ling the district. Every two hours they change off, so there are always two policemen there on call in addition to the men on post. These boxes are connected with the stations by signal boxes and telephones exactly as our patrol boxes are, and the officers are required to report their movements at regular intervals. The advantage over the Chicago system is that there are always policemen in the patrol-houses, should they be sought by citizens. Here a policeman on his beat cannot be found unless the seeker chances to be In the very block with him. He may be only around the cor ner but if he Is out of sight the citizen who wants an officer in a hurry might as well be a mile away. In Tokio the man who wants a policeman has but to look up and down the street for a pollc' - patrol-house and he Is sure to get two policemen. They do some things better over there. A MODERN PETRUCHIO. Nothing had ever suited Kate lllder dale. Her childhood had been passed In hotels, and others had enjoyed that even less than she had. She had finished her brief education In a con vent, where she tyrannized over the nuns, and when she came out she ran away with a traveling man. The future of poor Kate did not look any brighter because she had ex changed tho name of Rlderdalo for that of Haughton, and, to do justice to Kate’s prespieaetty, it must be ad mitted that herself did not hope much from it. "It was a question of marrying or living in a second-rate hotel and tak ing mamma’s poodle out walking” she explained beninguantly to her hus band. “Am 1 to undersatnd, Kate, that you had no other reasons than these for marrying me?” he asked. Kate threw back her handsome head and laughed. "Well, she said, by way of con cession, "I will own that you have the handsomest nose I ever saw on the face df man. That had great Influence with me.” "You were wise to marry a good nose,” said Kate’s husband, "since your own was so peculiar. If more attention was paid to such matteis we should, in time, have a comely set of human creatures on th? globe." Kato was used to Baying cruel things, but she was not in the least used to having them said to her. She glanced up angrily at her husband, but he wore a look of the most exasperat ing Innocence and was cheerfully read ing hts paper. “Roy," she protested, “you are rude." “I beg your pardon," he responded absent-mindedly. "I said you were exeereably rude!” There was a moment’s pause. "Hah!" ejaculated the gentleman, in something of the same tone that Henry Irving might have used. Kate felt like a refractory boy who has been held under a pump. One of the first things her husband did fefter their marriage was to pur chase a pleasant little home in one of the suburbs. "But 1 can never live in a suburb!" Kate protested. "The drainage Is good," he replied. "I don’t think there Is any danger of typhoid. If that Is what you mean.” So he went to the suburb, and Roy Haughton made a flower garden and set out a few vegetables and planted vines, and trimmed trees and was as happy as possible. Kate was happy, too, but she would not admit It. “It’s all well now. that you are at home. Roy, but what do you expect me to do after you go out on the road?" " v c"i knew I was a traveling man. J '*n*o. before you married me. There is "o prospect of my changing my oe 'upatioo, though I should like to do so I’d like to stay with you, my girl, If a could ’’ But the vixen to-sed her head. "I know just how much to make of speeches of that kind,” she cried. Then her husband tried to see if there was any salvation in friendly discus sion. “Kate,” said he, "I love you better than I ever thought I could love any woman, and I intend to do every thing I can to make you happy. But I also intend to do what semeth good for both of us, I deciding by right of my greater experience. Now, if I could have bought you a mansion on the Lake Shore drive I should have been glad. But we are poor people. We know next to no one. We have our little fortune and our friends to make. Our lives lie before us. Now, you can make it easy for me or you can make it hard —but I think you are going to make it easy. Eh, Kate? I do not commit. Try—Just by way of experiment, you know —to give me credit for good intentions.” But Kate did not propose to be preached to. She broke away from him with shrieks of laughter, and that noon she ate her lunch alone in a little grove that lay back of their place. Then she went for a walk and was pleased not to return till after the dinner hour. She counted on being greeted with reproaches, and was actualiy smiling with enjoyment of a melodramatic scene when she reached home. "Here I am, Lena,” she called, as she entered her house. "You may get me some dinner now.” “Yes ma’m. I have, fna’m.” Kate went to the dining room. The table was laid for one. Here was a most gratifying cause for offense. Her husband had dined with out her. She spoke to Lena about it. Just try for a week how it would seem to stop scolding me for offenses which No, ma’am. Misser Haughton, he go off on train. He say get a tele graph.” “He did not exepect to go for a week." “He say he go, ma’am.” Kate left cheated of her prey, and the evening was interminable. But she was consoled by the thought of the letter she would write him. But two weeks passed before a word came from him, and then it was by wire. "Am at Hastings. Leave tonight. Have sent check.” When the check came there was no word with it. For at least a month Kate’s indignation grew by what it fed on. She amused herself with her anger—and wrote letters which she did not send, because she did not know wnere to send them. But at laf t she began to get genuinely home sick for her lover. She could not sleep for thinking of him, and had no appetite for the nice little meals that Lena prepared. When the autumn frosts asserted themseves she saw that all the bulbs he had set out were care fully potted,and she looked after the banking up of his roses, and saw to coal and storm windows, and was more business-like and industrious than she had ever been befobe in her life. As the weeks passed with no as surance that her husband was to re turn, even for a day or two, a melan choly began to settle upon her—a melancholy compounded of hurt vanity and of honest apprehension lest she had driven him away from his home. But at length she was gladdened with the Intelligence that he would be at Harvard within 48 hours. Now, Har vard was only 50 miles distant, and it was preposterous to suppose that he would come that near to his home after three weeks of absence. Kate had the pretty new house cleaned from top to bottom; she put up fresh cur-, tains; she baked fruit cal.e and bread with raisins In It. It was a time of great domestic excitement. On the morning of the day that sho expected him she arrayed herself in a chic little gown of dark blue, with a scarlet vest and waited tho Incoming of the train impatiently. But Just before the train arrived and after every one In and about the station had become fully aware of the fact that she was expect ing her husband, a message came to her over the wire; "Have decided not to come home this week.” A sense of mortification and pain such as she had never experienced be fore shook poor Kate. Some expres sion of this torture seemed absolutely necessary. Indifferent to the opinion of the telegrapher, she rushed to the wire and sent off this Inquiry; "Why did you marry me?” And If ever the wires were tearful they were so then. She had not long to wait for a re sponse. It ran thus: “Have forgotten. Will consult memoranda.” Angry and outraged she rushed to her douse and luckvu herself In her room. She confessed that she had no one but herself to blame. If he chose to flout her It was her due. She had earned such insults by her presistent ill-nature. Her pride broke down. She wept tears of true loneliness and humility. In tho midst of It a hand was laid upon her shoulder and a familiar voice whispered: "Kate, dearest. I could not keep my word. I had to see you. I came down on the freight, love, though I had sworn not to come till you really beg ged me to do so. But I loved you too well to wait any longer. Come, dry your eyes. Kate, and tell me you are giud I have come.” Miss Wilhelmlna Mueller, an old settler, aged 71, died at Sheboygan. Imqgene. Sad sons of woe, the weird wind weaves. And murmur sweet and low In tender sympathy the leaves And tinkling brook below. For Imogene no longer strays Beneath the grateful shade. Her eyes illumined by the rays Of love-light—half afraid. The listening flowers and brook and trees Her secret should divine. And then the idle, tattling breeze To publish it decline. Funeral songs the weird wind weaves. The dirge of broken hearts. In strain in which It always grieves For souls when torn apart. Yet faintly, sweetly, from afar There breathes another strain. “In spite of every earthly bar Your souls can ne’er be twain.” “When welcome Death with icy finger Unlocks thy prison door r Your souls will not an instant linger Till met to part no more.” —Winifred d’Estecourte Sackville- Stoner. THE KING AND THE IDIOT. "Bring the fellow in,” said the king of Prussia. “He is here, sire.” The idiot entered. There was a moment of silence. The king’s eyes, like hands, searched the captive. Behind him, drawn up stiflly, two aides-de-camp stood counting their heart beats, and a clock on the wall ticked out the seconds monotonously. “Ah!” said the king, with his eyes fixed on the fellow's face. The head was ignoble, with bristling hair, with dead, lackluster eyes. It was not a head; it was a mass of clay modeled in human semblance. Saliva dripped incessantly from the pendulous lips, and it hardly seemed possible that a human soul could be imprisoned in such a bestial specimen of manhood. It was pathetic. "And what do you think of him, gentlemen? Speak French before him. What do you think?” “That he is not an idiot, as he pre tends to be. sire, and that you can per fectly well question him.” “You are the man,” the king began, “who escaped from the hands of my grenadiers on the night of the 19th of this month with secret information for M. de Chevert.” He stretched out his hand and took up a paper which he showed the prisoner. The man looked down on the ground. “Yes,” remarked the officer, “he also pretends to be deaf and dumb. He is a clever rascal,” and he gave the prisoner a shove. The idiot looked at the Prus sian and laughed silently. “I insist!” continued the king. "Here is a letter advising me of your mission. You are discovered. Drop this farce and answer.” The idiot gazed about him stupidly. For some time an old general had been studying the captive closely. He was a white-haired man, of some im portance evidently. He drew near. “I recognize you, monsieur le mar quis,” he said. The boy did not seem to hear a word. His head nodded slowly and water ran out of his mouth. Silence again, anil the clock ticked out the second. It was pathetic. “It was you,” the king continued, “who advised M. de Chevert, who had taken up a position near Achem, to or der up another corps formed of the regiments of Navarre, Auvergne, and 40 companies of grenadiers. * • *” The idiot was intently watching a fly crawling along the floor, and suddenly stamped at it with a resounding thwack. “• * * and two brigades of cav alry, in order to attack Halberstadt. Is that correct, monsieur?” concluded the king. Only the clock replied. The old general turned to the king. “I am absolutely certain, sire,” he said, “that this man is the Marquis Antoine de Kerverscop de Coadllo of Brittany. Two of his brothers are in Chervert’s army, and he also—all of them brave, and known as the ‘slasher.’ On the 19th he had a beard; today he has none. That Is the only difference. • • * I know you well," he contin ued, looking at the prisoner. A gentle man would have clean teeth. Open your mouth.” The poor wretch did not 6eem to un derstand. A Prussian grenadier was called in. He seized the idiot’s neck and opened his mouth by sheer force. The teeth were fairly filthy, as frightful as a leper’s. This made the general furious. “Oh he Is bright! He Is deep!” the old bear exclaimed. The Idiot started forward a step and caught up a chair. He turned it Inane ly around by its back and finally dropped It, probably Ignoring !tn rrc. Suddenly, squeezing his eyelids tightly together, he pulled out an eyelash with a Jerk. "He is clever! He is clever!” re peated the bear. But the scene had made a great Im pression upon the young aides-de camp. They turned pale and one or them murmured: "He Is really crazy; look at him!" The idiot gazed around him helpless ly with a vacant stare. With his huge, tremulous head and hideously leering face he seemed the incarnation of mis ery and stupidity. It was pathetic. "He will never speak." remarked someone. The king began to relent. "I can not discover any signs of aristocracy in this poor fool.” he said. “Don’t be too hasty, general. The French spy certainly has done us a great deal of harm, but what if this man is innocent?” The young officers looked ecgerly 3t the king. The old general leaned against the wall for a few moments to gather his thoughts. With folded arms he stood growling from time to time: “He is a sharp one! He is bright!" Suddenly he seized a pistol, stepped behind the idiot, and nred at the floor close to his feet. The flame and smoke leaped to the ceiling, but the fellow remained perfectly Impassive. The king laughed. “Well, what do you think ot him now?” he asked. “Don’t you believe he is really deaf?" The general was white with anger, his beard fairly bristled, his heart was bursting with rage and one could almost hear its beats intermingled with the ticking of the clock. Silence again. “Ah,” said the king, tired of all these futile experiments, “he is nothing but a tramp. Who captured him?” “Kohn of the Yellow Hussars, your majesty, a shrewd officer.” “So much the worse. Look at that head. It reveals nothing. It is a dead soul before you. There is only a little ■life in the trembling of the arms and legs and the froth on his chin.” The king looked disgustedly out of the win dow and the aides-de-camp followed his example. His majesty rose to leave. But the general stamped his foot and exclaimed. “Sire, you are mistaken! Don't go! Don’t go! I, too, had my doubts. But doubt, as our poets say, is more than conviction, it surpasses truth itself! I beg you to remain? This man is noth ing more than an abnormally skillful impostor. He acts well. * * * For you are admirable, sir,” he said, turn ing to the prisoner, and glaring at him so closely that the man’s eyes reflected the image of the vindictive old offieen The fellow made no sign. “Nevertheless,” remarked the king, “everything seems against such a pos sibility. This bewildered, unfortunate, filthy wretch *’ The general tore off the idiot’s collar, muttering between his teeth: “It’s a good idea. lam going to see. Will he have taken that precaution, too? He is a courtier, he wouldn’t have had time ” The collar fell in rags, and beneath the rags the skin was black with dirt. “Sire,” insisted the disconcerted gen eral, “I demand that this man be de tained on this same spot, and I ask for the honor of a few minutes’ conversa tion with you.” “Follow me,” replied the king. They left the room together. “I swear that I am not mistaken, sire!” growled the general. “You are simply obstinate, ” said the king. “No, no! I beg your majesty to have patience. There are other methods, one especially.” "Which?” “Well, sire, we have a Frenchman to deal with. The man will not betray himself. He has studied his role too well for that. You know that heroic race, spontaneous and frivolous, never theless * • •” They turned down a corridor and talked with lowered voices. One could hear only hurried whisperings, then, after a few moments, the sound of a carriage being driven rapidly away. The carriage returned, bringing back someone, and the king and the bear again entered t. e room where the idiot continued to drivel pathetically. With the exception of the king, who leaned back in his chair with a dis gusted expression on his face, every one watched the spy, and the king’s incredulity gradually spread to the offi cers, secretaries and the very grena diers on guard. During the absence of the king and the general, the poor Imbecile had smashed a chair, wept and laughed al ternately and shouted with all the force of his lungs. A goose-quill stuck in an ink pot had scared him. They had kept him in the middle of the room by force, and, forgetting everything at last, he stood rocking his head gravely from side to side. It was enough to make one’s heart ache. “Sire,” said the general, "we are go ‘ gto confound this spy. He is well known at Versailles as a court gallant. Now, there is a lady of Hailberstadt, who was once lady-ln-waiting ts the Queen Lecsynska, and she knows all the faces of French court by heart. I have sent for her, your majesty, and with your permission we will confront the marquis with her.” “Let her enter.” Two guards opened a door, and the “share,” quiet and distinguished, en tered softly with a feline step. “Madame, do you know this French man?” asked the king. The woman looked at the prisoner searchingly. “No. sire.” "Very well.” broke in the general; “we will call you again if we need you. Kindly go out of the other corridor.” In order to do this It was necessary to cross the room and pass near the prisoner. A fly. which had been buzz ing round the room aimlessly, lit on a curtain, and a profound silence reigned. Just as the woman passed the Idiot, she stumbled, cried out, fell. It was too much: the idiot’s expres '•on changed. “Madame, allow me— He stopped short. A perfect tumult broke out in the room. The king jumped to his feet as pale as death. The woman disap peared. "Fool!” someone murmured—St. Louis Star. :“K , gm,y vefl: mSev.OI hlnk Belle—Did the minister kiss you? The Bride (very pretty)—Of course. Have you never seen his wife?—Smart Set. The Silent Searchers. When the darkness of night has fallen, And the birds are fast asleep, An army of silent searches From the dusky shadows creep; And ever the quite meadows. Or amid the waving trees. They wander about with their tiny lamps That flash in the evening breeze. And this army of silent searches, Each with his flickering light, Wanders about till the morning Has driven away the night. What treasures thny may be seeking No man r.por earth can know; Perhaps ’tis the home of the faries, Who lived in the long ago. For an ancient legend tells us That once, when the fairy king Had summoned his merry minstrels At the royal feast to sing, The moon, high over the tree-tops, With the stars, refused to shine, And an army with tiny torches Was called from the oak and pine. And when by the imps of darkness, The fairies were chased away, The army began its searching At the close q f a dreary day; Through all the years that have followed, The seekers have searched the night. Piercing the gloom of the darkness With the flash of their magic light. Would you see the magical army? Then come to the porch with me! Yonder, among the hedges, And near the maple tree, Over the fields of clover. And down in the river damp, The fire-flies search till the morning, Each with his flickering lamp. —Henry Ripley Dorr. WOMEN DRINK TOO MUCH. Charge That They Are Acquiring Habits of Intemperance. “There are many women from higher classes of society going to the House of the Good Shepherd voluntarily to get away from liquor. “Peppermint drunkards are usually women. They are very difficult to cure. When drunk to excess the pep permint preparations have the same effect upon the system as has absinthe. The habit of drinking light wines among the women of the upper classes and of beer drinking among those of the lower classes is growing. They all meet on the common level of whisky, however. Radical measures are needed to check it.” Mrs. M. T. Lake of St. Louis has raised a storm about her ears by de claring that intemperance is alarm ingly on the Increase among society women. She says: “At many after noon teas intoxicating liquor has taken the place of tea to a noticeable extent. There is where the young debutantes begin to acquire the' taste for stimu lants. It is added to by the wine served at their dinners. Soon they do not care to eat unless they have their cocktails first. The rest follows as a matter of course. There is but one sure cure—stop the manufacture of intoxicating liquor. Gov. Roosevelt the Husband. It was evident to any one who watched the pale but rapturously hap py face of Mrs. Roosevelt at the re publican national convention that she was intensely proud of her dis tinguished husband. At the time he came to the platform to second Pres ident McKinley’s nomination the im mense throng of delegates and spec tators seemed carried beyond them selves with enthusiasm, and the ap piause was simply deafening. He at tempted two or three times to speak but his voice was lost in the noise before it had traveled a yard. Just at the height of the excitement he turned his head and caught sight of the smiling face of his wi"e in the gallery at the right. Instantly there came over his countenance an inde xable expression of recognition of her presence, and he gave her a smile and a wave of his hand which said as plainly as words, “You share the honor with me!”—Abby G. Baker in the September Woman’s Home Companion. In the Far North. With a bright smile the beautiful Eskimo girl left us to Join the merry throng in the ballroom. our daughter is a gay butterfly!" I exclaimed, desiring to be very com plimentary. "For my pai c I don’t think much of thii soclpl life,” replied the mother, with sudden vehemence. “The idea of darning every night away along in March and then lying In bed the next day until Aug. 1, or such a matter!” It was on my tongue to say that , >’°“ n s people had too much latitude, hut I checked myself. Detroit Journal. Must Be Broad-Minded. Mrs. Dinks—lsn’t Colonel De Fite a very broad-minded man? Mrs. Links —I supposed he must be; the jokes he gets off art- always so ex tremely broad.—Detroit Free Press. The Helmer Milling plant at Fond du Lac, together with a large elevator adjoining containing 30.000 bushels of grain, burned. Loss $65,000. His Idea of Institutions. The Orator —My friends, Iho trusts are engaged In a dastardly attempt to destroy our institutions! Wenry Watkins—Well, I hope they’ll stop ai tarin’ down the penitentiaries an' leave the porehouses alone.