The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1911-03-28
APP Aches or PARIS
Night Providers Whose Trade Is
Murder and Robbery.
THE TERROR OF THE POLICE.

year when Paris policemen on theil
rounds do not stumble upon body ~
Ing in CORY pool. Sometimes the
handle of long, slender knife pro.
trudes between the shoulder blades
sometimes an ugly cash bleeds from
ear to ear; not seldom blood oozes
from mouth, nose and ears, as though
the dead had not sustained any ap.
parent wound, or three little starlike
bruises may dot the temple, or a blush
line an inch wide may mar the back
OF the neck. just above the collar line.
lies Apaches," the "cops" whisper
to each other flor Partisan police Of,
ticers always go two by two). and they
call for an ambulance, much relieved
not to have witnessed the incident.
The steel blade, the blackjack, the
brass knuckles, will serve the purpose
Of the Apache. according to his vic
TINS size and presumable strength.
For a prey Of small stature. however.
the Apache reserves what in his slang
he calls ''tolling." A sharp blow dazes
the victim and throws him down; the
Apache's knees bore themselves into
the chest. while his hands seize the
ears. lift the head and slam it couple
of times on the pavement until a dull
er thud tells of a fractured skull.
Until an Apache is an adept at
,or13 60 In ~
same way In which a Spanish torero
dispatches q bull, with a single thrust
between the shoulders, or at cracking
q skull bone at one slam. he is held in
little esteem and never allowed to
tackle big jobs" in dangerous neigh.
borhood. for Paris is a well policed
city. The night hawk must strike like
lightning, empty the dead mans pock-
cts in a wink and stink away into the
dark. Therefore Apaches very seldom
carry guns: the knife is silent Toll
ing, too. is safe-so many people are
known to have slipped and fractured
their skulls. Unless the victim is es-
pecially we'll dressed there is not much
Of an inquiry.
When it is all over the gang. which
scatters like iock of frightened spar
rows, meets again at some wineshop
where no one is welcome who is not
lin the business"
Apaches never try to conceal their
social status. Their very clothes are
a sort Of warning to the public. They
even affect a peculiar walk. the body
bent from the loins. shoulders hunched
and hands pIunging deep into the
trousers pockets. But who would dare
TO modest them?
The Apache is marked man. He
Joins a gang at three or four and TWEEN
ty. and by thirty or thirty-five BE has
gone The maws Of Jail hold han
for the balance OF his earthly exist
ence. He knows that He expects it.
Therefore while his freedom lasts there
is no desperate chance he viii not take
to get at the gold that alone could
SAFE him.
Apaches are not born: they are
made-made by the peculiar laws Of
France. Every citizen of the repub-
lie, without distinction Of rank or class,
must serve under his counuy's flag
for two years. Only the physically I'M
fit escape that servitude. At the end
of his term in the ranks every French
man seeking employment must pre-
sent as means of identification his GER
tificate Of honorable discharge.
Then It is that tragedy looms up for
some unfortunates Woe TO the one
whose certificate mentions the "Afri-
can battalions"
The African battalions, garrisoned at
the edge of the Sahara desert. are
made up of all the boys who had the
Of being arrested before
they reached the age of twenty-one,
Trivial as their offenses may have
been. whether they were due or not
10 the indiscreet exuberance of youth
or to some absurd ENHANCEMENT. they
are sent to the desert outposts, kept
on convict fare, sleeping mostly in
which they dig. watched over
by sentries that shoot to kill
Under the broiling sun that lays
them down fast with fever and chol-
era they build roads. crept over the
next day by the sand. They are "the
front" whenever Arabs or Moroccans
threaten to shake off the French yoke.
When they fall by the wayside they
are tied 70 horses tail. When they
protest spurs cause the horse to rear.
And when the creepy water of sand
wells. bullets from the sentries or from
the nomads and the boots of vicious
horses have spared them they return
TO their native city with hatred in
their hearts. with the loathsome mem
cries left by association with the de-
PRAYED and the morally diseased.
They return TO their native city TO
find doors and hearts locked to them,
Their military book, which they must
produce, proclaims them jailbirds.
Who wants to employ an ex-conyict?
During their two years in the African
Inferno they have atoned for their er-
rors Of the eighteenth or nineteenth
year. For the second time they have
settled their account with society. ,
And now society refuses them
chance to show that they have flor
some OF them havel shed the old hide .
to prove that new heart is beating
IN their breasts.
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