Traffic in Souls: A Novel of Crime and Its CureBall, Eustace Hale
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Traffic in Souls: A Novel of Crime and Its Cure
Ball, Eustace Hale
Crime -- Fiction
The fathers of these aliens seemed to forget family ties, and even that
chivalry, supposed to be a masculine instinct, for they fought with
fist and foot to get to safety, regardless of their women and the
children. The reserves from the station had to be called out to keep
the fire lines intact, while the grimy firemen worked with might and
main to keep the blaze from spreading. After it was all over Burke
wondered whether these great hordes of aliens were of such benefit to
the country as their political compatriots avowed. He had been reading
long articles in the newspapers denouncing Senators and Representatives
who wished to restrict immigration. He had seen glowing accounts of
the value of strong workers for the development of the country's
enterprise, of the duty of Americans to open their national portal to
the down-trodden of other lands, no matter how ignorant or
poverty-stricken.
"I believe much of this vice and crime comes from letting this rabble
into the city, where they stay, instead of going out into the country
where they can work and get fresh air and fields. They take the jobs
of honest men, who are Americans, and I see by the papers that there
are two hundred and fifty thousand men out of work and hunting jobs in
New York this spring," mused Bob. "It appears to me as if we might
look after Americans first for a while, instead of letting in more
scum. Cheap labor is all right; but when honest men have to pay higher
taxes to take care of the peasants of Europe who don't want to work,
and who do crowd our hospitals and streets, and fill our schools with
their children, and our jails and hospitals with their work and their
diseases, it's a high price for cheap labor."
And, without knowing it, Officer 4434 echoed the sentiments of a great
many of his fellow citizens who are not catering to the votes of
foreign-born constituents or making fortunes from the prostitution of
workers' brain and brawn.
The big steamship companies, the cheap factory proprietors and the
great merchants who sell the sweat-shop goods at high-art prices, the
manipulators of subway and road graft, the political jobbers, the
anarchistic and socialistic sycophants of class guerilla warfare are
continually arguing to the contrary. But the policemen and the firemen
of New York City can tell a different story of the value of our alien
population of more than two million!
CHAPTER VIII
THE PURITY LEAGUE AND ITS ANGEL
In a few days, when an afternoon's relief allowed him the time, Officer
4434 decided to visit the renowned William Trubus. He found the
address of that patron of organized philanthropy in the telephone book
at the station house.
It was on Fifth Avenue, not far from the windswept coast of the famous
Flatiron Building.
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