>A2o(V)er) u£ PENALTIES FOR WHITE SLAVERY ■ Twenty-five years ago any girl of thir teen could be trap ped and led into vile houses, and there was no law to protect her. The law of Eng land. as it stood at that time, recog nized that a girl one day over thirteen years of age was legally a woman, and was fully com petent to consent to her own undoing. The law as it then stood put a positive premium upon the corruption of very young chil dren by refusing to let them give evi dence against men unless they could satisfy the judge and jury that they understood the nature of an oath. As soon as the child was over thir teen years of age she could be in veigled into an illegal house without any possible hope of redress, because if she had consented to go into the house she was held to have con sented to everything else, although ■he might at that timte be, and prob ably was, absolutely ignorant of what vice meant. The law to-day protects girls to the age of sixteen; it has raised the age of consent from thirteen to six teen. admits the evidence of chil dren, even if they are not able to satisfy the judge and Jury that they understand the nature of an oath, and it has increased the pains and penal ties inflicted upon all those who at tack girls, whether by abducting them abroad or attacking them at home. This change in the laws came about through one man, W. T. Stead, who dlod on the Titanic. The White Slave Traffic is a world wide trade in young girjs for immoral purposes, out of which enormous profits are made. They are captured by false advertisements offering em ployment as governesses, secretaries, companions, servants, etc., and by making acquaintance with girls alone in streets or trains or buses. Only Five Girls in Every 100 Know j What They Are Doing It is estimated that only live girls in every hundred know what they are doing; the remaining ninety-five are girls who never heard of such things, girls just lifce your own daughters, who, but for the White Slave Traffic, might have become happy wives and mothers. If they wanted to be bad there would be no necessity for this trapping system. Twenty-five years ago it was re garded as Improper, unclean and Their Married Life By MABEL HERBERT URNER "Solid comfort this," yawned War ren, settling himself by the library table. "Beats scouting around with any New Year's Eve crowd all hol low." "It does, doesn't it?" Helen drew nearer her work basket. "Dear, our evenings at home are always the best. Think of how much money we epent last year—and what did we get out of it?" "Rotten headache the next day." "It does seem so foolish," with an air of superiority, "for people to crowd in noisy stuffy restaurants and spend a lot of money Just be cause it's New Year's Eve. You'd think—" "Now, who in the devil's that?" "I'll answer it," putting down her embroidery and going over to the phone. "Yes?" Oh—Hello! .... Not a thing—we've decided to have a quiet evening at home Oh, you're downstairs? Oh, no! I—l— wait—you speak to Warren." "It's Mr. Stevens," she whispered as Warren took the receiver. "They're downstairs In the car and want us to go out with them." "Hello, old man! Why, I guess not; we thought we'd cut it out this year Which way did you come? Up Broadway? Pret ty much of a crowd? Well, hold the wire a minute." Placing his hand over the receiver Warren turned to Helen. "See here, they just want us to drive around town a bit. They say it's not cold and there's a big crowd out. What do you think?" "But, dear," began Helen, protest ingly, "I thought we were" "All right," speaking into the phone —for when Warren asked Helen's opinion it was only to give him time to make up his mind. "We'll be right down." "But, Warren, I'm not dressed!" "Well, hustle into anything. We'll i not get out of the car." Although she hated to be hurried. Helen could dress quickly, and in a few moments she was ready. The Stevenses had driven around the block, but the car drew up again as they came down. "We were going to stay in this evening, too." admitted Mrs. Stevens, as Helen settled herself under the fur robe beside her. "But Henry got rest ive. Will you be warm enough in that?" feeling Helen's rather thin coat. Henry's fur coat is right there under the seat." As it was growing colder, Helen was glad to slip it on. Uptown the streets were quiet. But as they sped down Broadway they ran Into the New Year's crowd. There was nothing new, nothing different from what it had been last year or the year before—the same ear-split- j ting horns, bells and whistles. Helen wondered how any one could get up the enthusiasm year after year to take part in thia pushing, crowd ing street hilarity. In spite of the extra force of police men, the crowd overflowed the side walks into the streets, barring the progress of the cars, whose squawking horns added to the general lin. "Can't get through that crush," for low the people were massed black ihead. "Getting cold, anyway," grum >led Mr. Stevens. "We'd better go in lomewhere and see what's doing." "Oh, but we can't get a table now ' •an we?" ventured Helen. "Every hing engaged." "Not this year. Not when Wall Itreet's broke," declared Warren. "I'll irager we can get a table anywhere." "How about Maxwell's?" Mr. Ste ens suggested. "That's right above ere." When they drew up before Max well's Helen left the car reluctantly eeling that sho was neither dressed or in the mood for this place. "Tickets, sir." demanded the head ! aiter, as they entered. "No. we haven't a table reserved. ' «e if you can get us one," and Mr. MONDAY EVENING, By ELLA WHEELER WILCOX I highly Indecorous to speak about If" 'White Slave trade In polite circles, v, kings and queens, princes incesses attend conferences for cusslon of this question. -•it'ore Mr. Stead died he wrote a pamphlet, "Why I Went to Prison in 1885." It is Interesting reading. Known as a great philanthropist and reformer, he was urged by good peo ple to try to bring about a change in the laws of England on this subject. A commissioner of the House of Lords had reported upon the ques tion and strongly reeommendod that an act of Parliament should be passed to cope with the two cancers that were eating into the body poli tic. Mr. Gladstone's Ministry—-Sir William Harcourt being then home secretary—recognized the urgency of the demand, and introduced a bill giving effect to the recommendations of the committee, but there was no motive power behind it. It was strongly opposed by a small group of men who seemed almost to have a personal interest in preventing the strengthening of the law against the corruption of weak and innocent girls. Neither political party saw any moans of making capital out of it, and the result was that session after session the bill was introduced In due course and then included in the j massacre of the innocents at the end > of the session. I Then the plot was laid to bring such disgrace on the laws of Eng land that a change would be forced by public censure. So Mr. Stead was induced to act the part of a pro curer; and a weak and wicked mother sold her daughter aged thirteen to him, for three pounds—fifteen dol lars—believing that her daughter was to go into an infamous house. The daughter was indeed taken to a house and witnesses and trained nurses and physicians were on hand to rescue her and attest to her leaving the house as chaste as she entered it; but the story was published in full in tho Pall Mall Gazette, in an article by Mr. Stead called "The Maiden Tribute pf Modern Babylon." It brought a perfect storm upon the heads of all corfcerned, but a worse storm of censure on English laws. Mr. Stead meantime sent the rescued girl away from her wicked mother and he was therefore arrested for abduction and imprisoned. Late w. T. Stead Told of His Convic tion in Tliis ruinous Case Mr. Stead says of this incident: "After a long trial, for which the Archbishop of Canterbury, Cardinal Manning and Bishop Temple, John Morley, Mr. Balfour, Lord Loreburn Stevens-slipped him a bill. "Til see what I can do for you, sir." lhe next moment he had taken a reserved" card from one of the most desirable tables in the room and seat ed them with a flourish. , ™ at " how * they're hard put," aughed Mr. Stevens. "Last year you couldn t have touched this table with a two-spot. Why there's Jo Hillard," ' tnhii 8 to , s L ,ea , k to some friends at a back of them. l Lr-" Wel,> that'll we have?" asked > Warren. s I H e're serving only a special sup • | per, sir; Ave dollars a plate," volun -11 teered the waiter, distributing the jsayly decorated supper cards. "The devil you are.' Why didn't you ■ j tell us that when we came in?" "Each supper includes a pint of ! c "ampagne, sir," concilirted the 11 waiter. But, dear, we don't want supper, do we? whispered Helen. Might as well see it through now were here. How about it, Stevens?" 1 ? s ,, r ' S ' eve "s now returned to their ; table. They're serving only a flve d°'lar supper. Shall we stay?" "Why, yes. Not much doing now, I but guess they'll whoop it up later." j There was a special cabaret pro ' nd the stii Se at the end of tne diningroom was profusely deco j rated with holly and colored lights, i but the atmosphere of festivity seemed forced. "No, it's not nearly so li\ ely as it was last year." replied Mrs. Stevens when a song and dance received onlv a feeble ripple of applause. "Told you Wall street was broke. I was down there last week. Jove, those brokers are a blue lot! They'll not spend much to-night. Hold on here. • demanded Warren. "Let's see that label:" Reluctantly the waiter unwrapped the napkin from the bottle. "Thought so! If you serve cham pagne with your supper, why don't you serve a decent brand? Rather have a good bottle of beer than that stuff." Look," whispered Mrs. Stevens, as a woman in a heavily beaded evening gown swept by. "I saw that very gown at Ardman's last week —$250!" "We're about the only people here not dressed," complained Helen. "Oh, they don't care what you wear long as you spend your money." «... 11 drcw " ear 12 the tables began filling up, but it was not the hilarious crowd of last New Year's. Every one had the champagne served with the dinner, but few ordered more. "Hard times" wero apparent. Helen was wondering if Warren would have to pay the bill. While Mr. Stevens was always willing to do his part, somehow it was always War ; ren who paid. Because they went in the Stevens's car. Warren always felt under obligations to pay more than his share of their outings. But to-night, as neither she nor Warren had wanted to go out, Helen thought this should be the Stevens party. The thought that she was not dressed rankled, too. If she had known they were going to supper she would have worn her Paris gown and her lavalliere. But to spend all this money and feel uncomfortable and in appropriately dressed! It seemed such a waste. With the first stroke of 12 came the customary turning off of the lights and a burst of hilarity. After this the merriment soon died out, in marked contrast to last year, when it had kept up until almost dawn. "Well, this seema prety dead," ob served Warren. "Ready to go?" "Here, that's mine," protested Mr. Stevens, when the waiter brought the check. Nothing of the kind," as Warren took possession of it. "Now, look here. Curtis, we brought you out. This is my supper." But already Warren was taking 1 some bills from his wallet. "Then let's match for it," Mr. Ste- (then Sir Robert Reid), Mr. Lo bouchere, Mrs. Butler, and many oth ers were subponaed for the defense, I was convicted, together with my colleague, M». Mussabini, Mr. Bram- Tyell Booth and Madame Combe were j acquitted. Madame Mourez was sent for six months to prison, where she died. The trial, which was reported in all the leading papers of the world, brought out all the facts of the case, so that every statement which I now make can be verified by reference to the tiles in the British Museum. The moment I was convicted there was a great agitation set on foot. The gov. ernment was besieged with petitions i and protests. Telegrams rained in I upon the home office, the prime mln- I ister and the queen, and after I had i been three days in Ooldbath prison Lord Salisbury, on his own motion, without waiting for the consent of the judge who had sentenced me, or dered mo to be transferred at once to Holloway as a first class misdemean ant. The remainder of my sentence —two months and four days—l served out at Holloway. where I edited the Pall Mall Gazette from November, 1885, to January, 1886." Millicent Garrett Fawcett has is sued an appeal to all friends of Mr. Stead and to all friends of clean womanhood to use their influence to help pass the criminal law amendment I bill now proposed. It is well known that this bill deals with the A\ hite Slave Trade and pro vides additional moral protection for the young. A deputation about the bill waited on the home secretary a few weeks ago; he expressed ap proval of the measure, but held out no hope that the government would take It up. Question One of I'rgent and. Also. National Importance She closes her appeal with these words: "It is a question of urgent national importance. The bill, if passed, would protect and shelter the weak-—against moral injury, quite as truly as the lifeboats sheltered them, on April 15, against physical injury. If our countrymen can and do rise to heroism in the face of physical danger, surely they can rise to a trifling sacrifice of Parliamentary time. It would be the finest of all memorials to Mr. Stead and the other men who have sacrificed themselves in the Titanic, if Parliament passed this bill to save children and young women from worse than death. "I respectfully and earnestly ap peal to men in the constituencies to lose no time in writing to their mem bers. to urge them to induce the gov ernment to take up the bill and pass it during this session." | vens drew out a quarter. "All right," laughed Warren. ; "Tails." ; Mr. Stevens flipped the coin. Helen leaned forward tensely. It was I heads. Warren would have to pay! | Somehow it always came out that way. She could not see the check, but J it must be at least twenty-five—the | suppers alone were twenty, besides the mineral waters, cigars, cordials and the tip. The drive home through the now deserted streets was as depressing as the drive home always is after an evening of stimulated gayety. Helen kept thinking of the twenty five dollars and of how little they had for it. She would have bought a Per sian rug for the hall for twenty-five dollars! [ And all the table linen that would I have bought! She was planning to I get some during the January white good sales. And the candelabra she wanted for the diningroom! What they had spent on this supper would have bought a wonderful candelabra! When the Stevenses dropped them at their door their "Good night!" and I their final "Happy new year" were most perfunctory. "Well, our quiet evening at home turned out to be a rather expensive one," was Helen's untactful comment as she switched on the lights in their darkened hall. "Now, what do you mean by that?" savagely. "Hinting at my paying that check? Well, when I go any where—l'll keep up my end! Under stand? What do you want me to be, anyway—a piker?" Helen, remembering that the new year was hardly an hour old, did not want to begin with discord. "No, dear," resting her head for a moment against his arm; "I'm glad you DO your share. You know, I'm just as fiercely independent as vou are! I just meant that if we'd stayed at home, we'd have saved that much. But it's horrid and mercenary of me to think about it that way." SIMPLE IINOT FOB 1 UTILE TOI Oh flit's EWvMy I, 2 and 4 yi'ars WITH ROUND OR HIGH NECK, THREE. QUARTER, SHORT OR LONG SLEEVES. fror the 4 year size, tne dress will re quire Iyds.of plain material 36 in.wide with yd. 37 for the yoke and panel; or 2 y«f«- 37, iH yds. 36, 1 yds. 44 in. wide if one material is used throughout, with % yd. of insertion, Iyds. of edging, iyi yds. of beading. _ The pattern of the dress 8107 is cut in sizes for children of I, 2 and 4 year.,. It will be mailed to any address by the P asliion Department of this paper, on receipt of ten cent*. Bowman's sell May Mantvn Patterns. HARRISBURG TELEGRAPH LH3Q\DW ■JOJCS FROM T/1L PLAY OF GEORGE M.CCtfIM mWIRI PHOTOGRAPHS FROfl XENCSK THE PLAf ~ corm/crtr, /*J, or cw tug tnawi cw* n'r The ilreams were not true night mares, though, for at the supreme in stant of each period of peril a white angel floated to him, resouing him from that which threatened him. And this white angel, graceful, large-eyed, smiling and beneficent, was always Josle Richards. As soon as she had rescued him each time, he spoke his speech to her, and she wept on his shoulder. The result of such a night of agony was, naturally, that they slept later in the morning than was the Jonesvllle custom. When half past eight arrived and they had not appeared, the wife of the proprietor sent him upstairs to see if they had not decamped without paying for their rooms, or if, per chance, they had not come there sui cidally Inclined. She crept up behind her ltage lord fearfully, and peeped across his shoul der as he opened each unlocked door in turn. Finding that they were but peacefully asleep, she was both shocked at such unheard-of indolence, and cheated at the lack of tragedy, bo she snorted, "Scandalous!" as she crashed down each step. She was a very solid woman, widely built. Wallace had noticed that the night before when he had peeped in through the door. Had she been aware of that terrific episode, she would have screamed for the village constable and had him locked up In the calaboose. Broadway had his high triumphant moment when it became apparent that Wallace would of necessity go to the village barber shop. Having come ftwav in flight from Mrs. Gerard with out bags or luggage of whatever kind, he had no razor with him. "My whiskers are so whitish that they will not begin to show until the afternoon!" Broadway exulted. "By that time • Rankin will be here with bags." "I'll wait for him. I won't see any—" "You'll be sure to see the judge's daughter. All the Jonesville girls that work at the gum factory get up at six o'clock. The idle, aristocratic class, like Clara, stay in bed till seven." "Well, where is it, then?" said Wal lace in an evil temper. "What? The village barber shop? Next door." Broadway wrung his hand. "Good-by old chap: good-by. 1*11—" "Just give my love to Broadway," Wallace begged. Jackson Jones grew sober in an In stant. "I don't expect I'll see much of it for a while." "It must be permanent!" said Wal< lace. "It has lasted through the long* est night the world has ever known." The day already was well under way at the Jones factory. Josie had been at her managerial desk not less than an hour and probably an hour and a half when Wallace started for the bar ber shop. It was a very trying morning for the girl. The events of the night before had much upset her, and her sleep had been as much disturbed as Broadway's, although, perhaps, less physically painful. She had been terribly in earnest in everything which she had said to him about his duty to the village which had made him rich, his duty to the family whose name he bore, his duty to him self; she had been intensely worried, ■till was intensely worried, lest all which she had said might go for naught, failing to impress him perma nently. He had doubtless meant well when he left her, but would that good inten | tion stand the test of Wallace's ridi ' cuJo (she felt certain Wallace would oppose her plan) and his own contem plation of the future for a night? She had a hazy notion of what the life of idle rich youth in New York must be, but imagined that it must attract with vivid power, and she oould guess that Joneaville did not. Would he hold firm in the determination | which she felt sure he had formed? When the Judge came in he found j her wondering and worrying as she waited for some papers she had sent a , clerk to get. Already she had almost finished the statement of affairs which she had promised to give Broadway. "Well, I just came over from the Grand hotel," the judge began. "Did you see the young man?" "Only for a minute." The Judge laughed Indulgently. "He was eating breakfast in his room, and his valet had juat borrowed some hot flat-Irons and was pressing out his clothes." The judge 8 laughter became very hearty. Even Josie smiled; but the fact that they had brought a valet with them waa a bit of news to her. She ex pressed surprise. The Judge laughed again. "Oh, he Just got here this morning. It aeema they both came off without any bag gage, so they telephoned the valet, late last night, to bring them on some clothes." "It must have been very late, for it was almost eleven when they left your house, wasn't it?" "Oh, those New York people—they don't think a thing of sitting up till all hours—midnight, sometimes later!" The judge preened himself a little after thia sensational statement, and Josie, though she had heard such wild tales in the past, was much impressed by this one. It seemed so much more possible, more real, now that she had seen Broadway in his maturity. How exciting it must be to stay up, right •lonj, till midnight! But It' mitfl » strain one's health. She hoped he \ would not do it often in the future! She was beginning to feel a definite personal Interest in the youth's health- Such a nice young man! For him to 'dissipate his life away by staying up [at night, that way— ( "He promised to be here at ten-flf t«en," she ventured. "Yes; that's what brought me onsr. He asked me to tell you that he'd be a little late. I guess he didn't sleep very, well. He says he had a lot of horrible dreams. What sort of a talk did you have with him last night, anyhow?" "Didn't he tell you?" "No; he left the house eoon after you did. You must have aald some thing that upset him. He acted dread« fully worried." Josie bent above her work. Sh*> could not tell even the judge of the intensity of feeling which she had put Into that long conversation with Broad way. She had not slept so very well her self. She had wondered if he thought her bold, officious, to have given him advice so freely, to have told him what she had about what she believed to be his duty. She knew that, now and then, she had been almost impassioned in her plea for Jonesville and Its people. She wondered if he thought her silly, over-earnest But she told the judge none of these things. They were hidden in her heart. That heart had known a lot of turmoil slnoe Broadway had come back. '1 simply told him the true state of affairs and explained to him what the plant meant to "the town," she said and bent above her papers on the desk. "What did he say?" asked the persis tent judge. Much as she loved the Judge, she wished that he would go away and Question her no further. There was a little feeling in her heart that she must file that talk with Broadway among the things which she held sacred. All women have a secret file of memories of that sort. She could not talk about It. "He said nothing very much," Then a detail of his talk which had Intensely puzzled her came back to her, and she decided to discuss It with the Judge. "He kept inquiring how much cash ! we had." She smiled, not critically. ' "He doesn't seem to be much of a i business man." [To Be Continued.] c M.adam& Is e hells ! & scavity Lesson* LESSON IX—PART I. THE PRESENT FASHIONS ARB THEY BECOMING TO THE AVERAGE WOMAN? It is often bemoaned by poets and philosophers that the age of great personal beauty is past; that there are today no unique examples of loveliness to which the world pays homage. There is no reason to doubt tho ex istence today of beauty as compelling as ever adorned the pages of history, and there is every reason to believe I that the average woman is far better looking than has ever before been the case. General Improvement In Looks- There are several reasons for this. Women now take more intelligent care of their looks; their minds are better cultivated so that intelligence of ex pression adds to mere physical charms. Moreover, the modern fash ion of dressing with its wide choice is far more becoming to the average woman than the more flamboyant modes of the past which were only suited to very beautiful types. In youth at least, every woman today has her share of attractiveness, and the proportion of good looking women of middle age is growing larger every year. Influence of Dress. While modern dress has not equaled the picturesque quality of the Renais sance or the gorgeousness of the courts of the French Louis', It has ex pressed precisely the modern woman and the condition under which she lives. Cut and workmanship have im proved; costumes for practical oc casions have grown more comfortable, more utilitarian, and, as knowledge of dress has become more widespread. Individuality in gowning has become more pronounced. While women, as a whole, have declared in favor of dress ing along certain prescribed lines termed "the fashlonß," these lines have been elastic and sufficiently varied to suit different types. The result has been pleasing and generally becoming. (Lesson IX to be continued.) JANUARY 26,1914. ."*'""" t> Cjb=: The retail prices of the "princi pal articles of food" in forty in dustrial cities advanced sixty-six per cent, in fourteen years. 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