Books with author Katherine March

This volume about the Pennsylvania State Police was published in 1918. A summary from the book's Foreword: In the foreword of an earlier book, 'Justice to All', I have told the story of the dastardly murder and heroic death of Samuel Howell, carpenter, ambused by robbers on a lonely country road in the State of New York. In the book itself I have tried to tell the strory, equally heroic, of the Pennsylvania State Police. The slaying of that fine young American laboring man, too true of heart to buy his life with his honor, unmasked once more an old and shameful fact that the Empire State connived at such tragedies accepted them without feeling, without action, and without remark. The trade of robber and murderer, so long as exercised upon the poor, was practically a snug and safe employment in rural New York. The rich, like lords of feudal castles, lived in their big houses surrounded by their own garrisons of servants and guards. But those of less estate, the farmers, the laborers, the women and girl-children in small isolated homes, or traversing lonely roads as perforce they must, in a word, all the scattered pop- ulation of the countryside, were stolidly ignored by the one power morally responsible for their safety and then peace. The very government that enacted the laws treated its own enactments as "scraps of paper". The criminal world, in con- sequence, remained at perfect liberty to do the same. The bitter outrage of this truth, seen at short range and poignantly realized, drove me for light and counsel to the only State in the Union on whose name no kindred blot appeared. At every source and from many and varied stand- points, I studied the Pennsylvania State Police, carefully checking both facts and figures as I moved along the field. Then, at last, because no working account of the subject already existed in print, and in order to lay the plain facts in available shape before the people of New York and of the Union, I wrote 'Justice to All', the story of the Pennsylvania State Police. The purpose of that book exacted condensation and the cutting-out of much incident tha might have served to bring its meaning home. Out of the mass of material thus set apart have been taken the narratives that form this present volume. It has been a difficult and unwelcome task to choose, from so large a sheaf, what to take and what to leave. The incidents here related are chosen, not because they stand out from the rest, but just, on the contrary, because they fairly illustrate the common daily round of the Pennsylvania Force. Space alone governs their number. For there is not one seasoned man in the entire Squadron who has not performed many an act of valor and of service equal in quality to those recounted here. In every narrative the real names of the Troopers are given. In every instance but one, the actual names of localities appear. In several instances I have changed the names of criminals at the request of the State Police themselves, whose creed it is to temper justice with mercy, and to give the worst man every chance to mend. Again, in the case of innocent citizens and of the victims of crime, fictitious names have sometimes been used, out of regard for personal feelings. For any and every other commonwealth entering the field, the Pennsylvania State Police must be the Standard-Bearers. We do but honor ourselves in acknowledging it. Let us watch that standard where they still carry it far in the van. It is no easy task no goal to be soon or lightly gained. But in so far as through stern years of discipline, devotion, and sacrifice they may win grace and strength to approach it, just so far will they make good. Another book by this author: - Justice to All, the Story of the Pennsylvania State Police

A stunning debut adventure through the ghostly underworld of New York City.Format: 4 CDs, UnabridgedJack Perdu, a shy, ninth grade classics prodigy, lives with his father at Yale University. When he suffers a near fatal accident, Jack's father sends him to see a mysterious doctor in New York City--a place Jack hasn't been since his mother died there eight years ago. In New York, Jack meets a girl named Euri who leads him into the city's Underworld, a place where those who died in New York reside until they are ready to move on. This, Jack believes, is a chance to see his mother again. But as secrets about Euri's past are revealed, so are the true reasons for Jack's visit to the Underworld.

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Eably one Saturday morning in A ugust, 1913, a peculiarly brutal murder was committed at Maaikenshof, the estate of my friend Miss M, Moyca Newell, in Bedford Hills, New York. The victim was Sam Howell, a fine young A merican, contractors foreman on a building job. The murderers were four aliens; their motive, to seize the pwiy-roll that Howell, unarmed, was carrying to the building site. The four did not get the pay-roll, for the reason that Sam Howell, characteristically, gave his life in its stead. But, although fully identified, they escaped scot free, and walk to-day, as far as that crime is concemeidy unpunished and undistiubed. If an overseeing Olympian, weary of the slackness of mankind, had ordained a tragedy especially to show the futility of all existing provision to cover such an event, the result could not have been more complete. Howell sgallant sacrifice, with the immediate consequences, showed in detail and beyond all question that our hoary sheriff-constable system leaves country districts in time of need without protection worthy of the name. The conditions then uncovered were at once humiliating and intolerable; and so, out of sorrow and shame, was bom New York State smovement for a State Police. The star of this movement shone from Pennsylvania, whose magnificent State Police Force was then in its eighth year of service. As protectors of life.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text.

Do you find that people judge you? ...But they do not know your story or the bigger picture?...I have been judged all my life. Through writing this book, I want people to reflect and think before they act. Memories that were pushed so far back now come to life, to show you how I dealt with mental health challenges and abuse of every kind. I share how love became my drug and set me free, along with revisiting my darkest times and my vulnerability as my journey as a child to adulthood was like no other. I share the tears, the pain, the constant battle, neglect and depression - and I hope to inspire that if I can come through all that a stronger person, with a life I now love, that you can too. My story is not over yet and I hope I can inspire you to stay strong.

From under the curving top of a canvas-covered "prairie schooner" a boy of about fifteen leaned out, his eyes straining intently across the brown, level expanse of the prairies. "Father," he called, with a note of anxiety in his voice, "look back there to the northeast! What is that against the horizon? It looks like a cloud of dust or smoke." In a second prairie schooner, just ahead of the one the boy was driving, a man with a brown, bearded face looked out hastily, then continued to scan the horizon with anxious gaze. Beside him in the wagon sat a blue-eyed, comely woman with traces of care in her face. As the boy’s voice reached her she started, then leaned out of the wagon, her startled gaze sweeping the lonely untrodden plains over which they were traveling. Inside the wagon under the canvas cover a boy of nine, two little girls of seven and twelve, a curly-headed little girl of five, and a baby boy of two years, lay on the rolled-up bedding sleeping heavily. The time was midsummer, 1856, and the family of Joshua Peniman, crossing the plains to the Territory of Nebraska, which had recently been organized, were traveling over the uninhabited prairies of western Iowa. "Does thee think it could be Indians, Joshua?" asked Hannah Peniman, her face growing white as she viewed the cloud of dust which appeared momentarily to be coming nearer. "I can't tell—-I can't see yet," answered her husband, turning anxious eyes from the musket he was hastily loading toward the cloud of dust. "But whatever it is, it is coming this way. It might be a herd of elk or buffalo, but anyway, we must be prepared. Get inside, Hannah, and thee and the little ones keep well under cover." In the other wagon two younger boys had joined the lad who was driving. On the seat beside him now sat a merry-faced, brown-eyed lad of fourteen, and leaning on their shoulders peering out between them was a boy of twelve, the twin of the twelve-year-old girl in the other wagon, with red hair, laughing blue eyes, and a round, freckled face. Sam was the mischief of the family, and was generally larking and laughing, but now his face looked rather pale beneath its coat of tan and freckles, and the eyes which he fastened on the horizon had in them an expression of terror. "Do you suppose it’s Indians, Joe?" he whispered huskily. "Did you hear what that man told Father at Fort Dodge the other day? He said that Indians had set on an emigrant train near Fontanelle and murdered the whole party."

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