The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-08-04
ANARCHIST AL OVER
Is the Little Ernesta CraveIIo
of Paterson.
8RESCI TO HER A HERO
Says All Anarchist ASSassins
are Volunteers.

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~ and spirited. is the one bright featur
in the murderous band of Paterson An
aschists. She left her loom in the sill
mill and came out to see a warld re
porter. Her sleeves were rolled up, show
ing her plump, dimpled elbows. He
dark brown hair was carried back Il
pompadour fashion form her face He
mouth was red and laughing. Her BIZ
purple eyes were full of fire. She locke,
like merry. roughish school-girl-not
woman who hated and plotted and en-
couraged a crowd Of fanatics to murder
She wore simple skirt of dark .orowl
stuff, a striped blue and white shir
waist that did not conceal the full round
ed form. and a Bingham apron.
why do so many people come to Sc,
me? They make me ashamed. Every
body looks at me until I want to hide.
she said in a pouting. babyish way
They grighten me-so many have beer
here today to see me. See hoy I trem.
BILE nowi Ny head is in a whrl Why
do they all come and want TO talk to
girl like me? I say nothing strange
nothing wonderful.
And the papers print such funny things
about me. They say that 1 am a leader
| Of the Anarchists! Now, whoever heard
! Of such NONSENSE girl like me a leader
| of strong. brave menu She was laugh
| ing merrily Dimples came and went in
1 her cheeks, but she was very pale All
at once she grew serious
''They don't know what foolishness
| they talk. Anarchists have no leader. We
| are al equal. No one is over the other
We believe in freedom and equality. Not
one Of us could rule in our society II we
would, and not one Of US would if we
could. And least Of all does a weak girl
| like Ernesta Cravello think to sway men
so wise and good as Anarchists They
have studied they have thought, they
have suffffered-aIl for rights sake. What
could a girl like me tell them?"
She spoke calmly. She ended with a
little laugh OF scorn. The dark browed
men around her. who were listening jeal-
ously to her every word. smiled. They
crowded closer TO her. as If fearing 10
lose a single syllable It was evident
to the most careless observer that Ern-
esta Cravello was a power among them
II am an Anarchist" she burst out
proudly II am not ashamed Of that
Don't think that I want TO deny any
thing. People don't understand us We
stand for the rights OF the downtrodden
Everybody who works ought to be an
Anarchist. It is the only hope Of bring
ing better things" The red was creeping
up into her olive cheeks. lately so pale
Her mouth was tremulous. her voice vi
brated with suppressed feeling.
But do you think it was right to XIII
King Hum5ert?" the reporter asked. The
violet eyes flashed dangerously. she
clenched her small fists and her bosom
heaved unanimously
Right to Kill a tyrant?" she cried pas
sionately Right TO kin a man who has
crushed his people, starved them. driven
them into exile, murdered them by the
scorer"
when his starving people begged for
bread and in answer to their prayers
got a volley Of shot Who talked about
right then? These wretches who were
slaughtered were POOR people. They did
not count. Nobody cared anything about
them. Let them die like pigs 1t was
what they deserved
but a fat old man IS shot and all the
world cries out about it. His body IS
laid in state. There is mourning all over
the land There is a grand funeral
flowers. speeches, tears, and sorrow
everywhere. Why? Was he SO great. 50
good, so beloved? No He was a King,
Kings are not like common people They
are made Of better clay The poor man
is dropped in the arth and forgotten Yet
he was a man and better man than
any King Oh. II is hateful"
1t was Ernesta Cravei!o. the Anarchist.
who was talking now. Her words came
hot and fast. There were no smiles. 10
dimples about her mouth Her arms.
her hands were moving constantly in i'm
perious gestures.
'Bresci-our Bresci-he was a martyr
I admire his courage 1t takes a brave
man to do what he has done Remember
# is not the king we kill, but the uni
form. There should be no rulers Only
those who work shouid live 7 am IN
italian, but did not love Kink Hunbcrt
He never did anything for US He drove
Us out of our own homes. His govern .
ment was bad. He is dead now. and
do not grieve. Perhaps I am Cad. Ty- (
rants are best out Of the way-the sooner +
the better
There is another thing The papers (
'ie about Us when they say that We Ali
belong 10 some society. and ore mem 5er +
Is chosen by rot 70 XIII tyrant- No one .
Is ever selected to Do those things. They
% them absolutely OF their own indi- .
yidusl vol3.i0n Anarchists may approve /.
y the deed after # e done. but they
never know - n beforehand u vas
rat way wth B-esci ne never talked
% any ona. he was such quie- man
He did not drink NJ vas not aasrre--
some. and he had q good word for every
ne. He vas always gentle ard kind
Te knew him weL Eox would you
save Us blame him bscaus~ he kfis5
kinE-a man who ground Gowr no
so0r. Imprisoned fhe-n. starved them"
Her words flowed 50 sast that 8: vas
HGcuE 20 keep pace witb her. The Ken
-agut Der matte7e8 an occasional wcrd
n tEeir own Tongue ard glanced az her
5ulir3azly. They Ecrs ves5e1ry ptoa6
Z their Spokesman
Was I alEays n tbis ceuntry7 No.
My FIVE ysaTs noz came frozl BEnEa.
taiy NJ fshtrs waz = weavsr we
iced haopny n m;t.e cottage Ths-e
vas 3 ruse vine y tse eouz. ~. a. -
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sea II Arse-seA Ard ths sza thsrs ~as
. wars and sTevye76y - god % "a
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re - the a7st fsecfn4asax rseoss -
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~ sAa struggle A. Eass grew ioe aars-
& t-efhsr ard eanza ~ Ae-~sea Ns
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