The Morning examiner. [volume] (Ogden, Utah) 1904-1910, 1910-01-23

Sign your name-you may as well. you are to die
anyway, said the visitor holding his victim in
drm grasp by the collar. Mr. Goodrich signed
Nov" said his visitor. having put your name on
the only true statement you probably ever made.
am about TO make you keep your word
With that he pulled the trigger OF his revolver II
was charged with soundlcss powder; and MIR. Good
rich made sound
Presently the visitor passed of the room, cav-
ing the manager at his desk his usual attitude. with
his cigar in his mouth, and meeting an office boy as
he went out, told him that his employer needed him
The boy finding his master IN his usual attitude.
did not disturb him for some time but at last MT.
Goodrich. falling udicrously of his revolving char.
the boy became somewhat alarmed. and called IN
doctor.
the door what is ths7" he CALCULATED All he could
make Of II was the puzzling INSCRIPTION 5 8 N.
Policeman Patrick McGovern was found muir
dered last night in lonely corner of Central Park,
near Sevcnty-sixth Street The weapon used had
been his own club He had been badly beaten over the
left temple, The only clue to the murderer was
card pinned McCoverns sleeve. bearing the mi
tals IS S A. N"
McGovern it appears but recent addition to the
Park police and was not popular with his telloW OF,
6ccrs He had already made himself known for
morbid dislike of children, and complaints had been
made against him for roughly handling babies tres
passing the grass He had been seen to club
the force imminent
5 l. Pasqucrcla an Italian workman. was found
murdered late last night in a trench being dug by a
gang OF Italians OF whom he one, for the re-
pair OF the gas mains the neighborhood OF Spring
Street Pasquerella had evidently been stabbed in the
back and thrown into the trench The only clue to
the murderer is 4 common Neapolitan stiletto found
the letters IS S A NJ" This would point to the
fact that Pasquerclla tho victim OF some secret
society of the Black Hand type
Herman Roscnblatt. aged twenty-eight. trav-
cling salesman. employed by the dry goods 'rm OF
Moses Jacobs & Co, shot and instantly killed
shortly before midnight last evening, in the Lenox
Avenue subway train. just as the train had stopped
at the One Hundred and Sixteenth Street station. The
mi escaoed having clcycry timed his attack
the moment the conductor was occupied with the
levers of the train doors
For reasons we'll known to New Workers the Lenox
Avenue train at the rush hours is known as the hog
train" and last evening the II 35 more than
ally congested with returning theatre-goers Rosen:
blatt sat next to the door, and converSed in loud
voice with two friends Of his, evidently of the
type and profession, sitting the door the
other side of the aisle Roscnblau appears to have
young men, loud-voced, self-satis6ed and mpudent.
He and his companions discussed business with each
other across the aisle. the price OF monos, striped
goods and so forth, sprawlng themselves out on the
seats. laughing vugarly and chewing gum they
talked AS the passengers were not composed wholly
of the Rosenblau type impatient looks
times turned in the direction OF him and his friends
entirely to their unconccrn
Between them. hanging to strap by the door. stood
athletic young man, quiet and distinguished in
manner looking like Columbia student. Apparently
he ignored his unpleasant surroundings, but when the
train stopped at seventy,second Street fragile old
lady contrived TO make her way through the tightly
packed wall of humanity. and found foot-hod by
the side of the Columbia student Rosenbatt and his
friends went on with their nosome gabble. but no
one offered the lady seat The Columbia boy, how
ever. had noted for time that Rosenbatt was
sprawling over nearly two seats, and so turning to
him. politely, asked him to make room for the lady.
But Rosenblat went on talking as if he had not heard
a word The Columbia boy spoke again Did you
hear me?" he said
Rosenblatt nodded insolently without looking up.
and without offering to stir. "Oh. Sec" said the
Columbia boy with repressed emphasis, and then.
swiftly but calmly, he had taken Rosenblatt by the
collar and forcbly set him upon his feet
murmur of applause went up from the car. and
Rosenbat and his friends seemed averse to physical
encounter, and the Columbia boy took calmly to
his strap again everyone believed the incident closed
However just at this moment the train had reached
One Hundred and Sixteenth Street and tie conductor
already drawing back the doors. when the stran
ger suddenly turned to Rosenbatt and saying, There
are thousands like you bu, you will do we'll
other" shot him through the heart In the. confusion
he then dashed through the gates. and. rushing up
the coneestcd stairway escaped.
The only clue to his identity card found on
the platform bearing the letters SIS N"
the last few weeks. has been staying In New York
for the purpose Of making arrangements for in
ternntional golf contest was found dead supposedly