Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1911-10-17
Continued From yesterday,

Doctor Reid came abruptly to the
surface. Zine. Fine. Very rapid re-
covery. Blow o ly glanced along the
bone. No fracture, no conclusion.
Strong vitality, too. Astonishing what
resistance those unhygienic people
have. Soon be all over it."
Look here Lady broke in, there's
a bird's-eye view of the tenement
house. with-no, IFS an X-ray view,
the walls are transparent. ARROW
points to room in which Mrs. Carucci
was dis, cred; cross marks location
of blood-stain; inner room with dis
ordered bed; dotted line shows how the
body was carried down stairs, See,
they've got little pictures of US carry
ing her own, on each floor. And here's
the automobile starting away. with me
leaning out of the window"
And vignettes of Carucci and po-
liceman, and a fancy sketch of Sheila,'
said I. Like those early italian paint
ings. where they have two or three
rIccessive scenes on one canvas
This is about the fullest account.
too. It's pretty nearly all here, ex-
cept who we are. 'Carucci IS in Gus
tody.' Do you suppose they inter-
viewed him?"
Il doubt it," said her father. ut was
probably the tenants and the men in
the street.
Listen to this put in DR.. Reid,
with an indignant snort. Outrageous.
the flippant way this sheet takes every
thing. Send a clever young ignoramus
to write up important surgical cases.
Poke fun at everything. Listen:
Antonio Carucci is a true son o.
Neptune, born, as his name implies,
under the shadow of Vesuvius. He goes
down to the sea in ships; and, like
all good mariners since old Noah him
self, returns with a throat parched by
many days of briny b~reezes. Last
night. being new. landed from a long
cruise, Giuseppe sought solace in flow
ing flagons of Chianti, until, when he
tackled through the breakers OF Rive.
street toward the beacon light which
mis- lass kept ever burning in her wife
~ window, he had almost forgotten
his own name amid the rosy aromas
OF his national potatlon. Arrived it
his domicile, Geronimo fell into a deep
sleep, with a sinuous string of spag-
hetti clasped firmly in his corded hand;
and as he slept he dreamed a dream.
lhen 1t goes on to treat the whole
affair as a hallucination, distorting
or eVading all the facts. Ridiculous az
count. Rubbish. Perfect rubbish"
Al least, 1t can do us no harn1,''
said Mr.. Tabor, while Lady and / ex-
changed mirthful g~lances. THE more
the whole affair is belittled, the less
danger there is OF any serious gocsip
or investigation. What l don't like
Is this sort of thing" He crumpled a
red and black page across his knee.
There is no substance in it, but 1t
might stir up trouble.
Last night the perpetrator7 of a
brutal and mysterious crime escaped
without a struggle.
They abducted a poor Woman 81
wife and mother. from her home. They
left behind them destruction and a rel
stain upon the threshold.
How did these wretches e~scape?|
Why were they not apprelended?
The answer is simple: They were
rich.
"A swift automobile awaited them.
The police were powerless to stop thepl
as they sped away.
If a poor laboring man, crazed pv
sorrow, commits a crime, the utmost
rigor of the law awaits him. He can
not purchase a great machine to speei
his flight.
Neither can he purchase the ma
chlnery of justice, the skill of eminent