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A Sterling Novel ot the Great Middle West
The MIDLANDERS
By CHARLES TENNEY JACKSON
Author of **The Day of Souls/' “My Brother’s Keeper,” etc., etc.
Copyright. 1911. Tbo Bobbs-Morrlll Company.
CHAPTER XIII.
(Continued)
Janet nodded slowly. Her fond
■mile cume. So well she knew him!
It had to be that way with him —an
appeal to his lrnaKlnation. his heart,
hla undefeatable and simple romance.
Well, ao good She would be prac
tical for him, she would And the way.
He stopped now with u sudden rueful
cariosity.
“What'ii this I hear about you be
ing asked to go out uud apeak in the
national campaign for women s suf
frage—the big tight in some of the
■tates?" *
“1 was asked." Jnuet looked away.
It bad beeu an anticipation come
true. She had had her eyeß on wider
horizons, she bad felt the supreme
pleasure of efficiency, of power recog*
Sized. She went on calmly: "Hut I
eclinod it, Wiley, this year."
He was watching her face in the
dusk. "I know why,” he retorted
abruptly. "It was to stay here and
help me.”
"Yes."
He was silent Some consciousness
Os her bigness, of the richness of her
life, was finding way tnto his vision.
It was portion of his new delight in
all this buoyant modernity, just as
he bad awakened to kinship with the
Midlanders, stern with the sense of
Patient and long-endured wrongs, and
peedlng leadership. His esthete’s in
drawing, his dabbling with art and af
fairs, hud got him nothing, life had
■•buffed htm, but now he had come
upon reainess Janet suddenly typi
fied all this; he saw her and with
her all women as the uew enfran
chised companions of men, the effl
deut helpers and counselors
"Bv George!’’ he broke out. "You're
oomlng on so grandly, Janet! 1 al
ways guessed at it, but you’ve grown
•o! Way— 'way beyond me!”
"Moat men are In a state of arrest
,ed development In their view of wo
men, she answered, “playthings to
*b« possessed, or parasites to be en
dured. But a companion, reliant, help
jfUl, demanding freedom, extending it
-T l bought, W iley, you would grow
i«o see that, too."
V t>s, yes ’ he cried, ”1 can!" He
fired with her largeness, her
r fioiths But she left him to go home
I .. * traoe of playful cynicism.
If you will only keep the oncom
ing way. Wiley”' She shook her
Dead. "But, tomorrow, m fj U( j V ou
back again, the old Indolent chap—
Curran of the News.”
He waved an ardent protest. When
Aunt Abby came home from the Con
gregational Bewir»g circle, where 9he
loved for her helpfulness, and re
rprovod for her tolerance of Mr Cur*
. .run's beer drinking, she found him
■taring out at the starlit country,
i "Aunty.” he murmured, “why do
you suppose l never make any
money ?”
“Some men jest have it in 'em, Wi
i«y; and some jest run couutry pa
pers." She took off her black and
lavender cap, but powdered her nose
again, tor she hud only waddled home
to get his supper and then she would
be off once more to assist at a church
social. As she cooked, her nose grew
redder, and when she was done with
Wiley s supper, she powdered It again,
it was mortifying, indeed, to a good
rotund lady, who knew that when
she came to The Circle to join in the
rejuvenating ot small congregational
"pants for the home missionary box,
there would be a sniff or two. for some
way or other the fragrance of Mr. Cur
ran s shameless beer-drlnkings would
cling to her still. He had a bad way
of hiding the bottles in her clothes
closet or among her bonnet boxes,
and then roaring abominably when her
nose, on Sewing Circle nights, took
the sympathetic hue of his own.
"That limb, Wiley T.,’’ she would
plead to the church people. "But,
slßters, the l>ord has been putting up
with him for forty years, and 1 guess
until He forbids, I shall too!"
"That limb, Wiley TANARUS.," knew vague
ly that he owed much to this loyal
champlonahop in circles he did not en
ter, Just as he did to Janet Vance and
her faith in him. Women were al
ways doing for him, one way and an
other. And he had carelessly allowed
them; they were a part of the old
Dionysian delight of life, the youth he
had given so fully, and which even
now called to him above this eternal
dawdling over the damp paper on
press day, the clank of the machine,
the grind of work. Getting out the
News was like having a baby, so he
told Aunt Abby. The press groaned
excruciatingly; there was much daub
ing of Ink, flapping of belts, heaving
of rollers —then off It came, a squall
ing brat, thiß Rome News, without
profit to its parents or revereuce for
the neighbors.
Arne Vance came home from his ag
ricultural school holiday week, and
one bleak day brought in a farmer
who had ■ grievance. Somehow or
other, every farmer with a grievance
had been finding his way to the News
office for the last forty years. Bert
Hemmlnger, the Insurgent board mem
ber from the North Bottoms, was with
them. The newcomer took a huge ear
of corn from the load of his wagon
and wrathfully shook It In the editor's
face. He had failed of a prize at the
seed warehouses annual distribution,
and he knew what was the matter.
"They give It to that I>utoh tenant
who farms Dan Boydaton's west
eighty. And what did I get, hey?
Skunked —yes, sir—skunked! And
there ain't ary ear of my load that
ain’t better’n Boydston s land can
raise. But I know. Boydstons a
board member, and Tanner's man, and
Tanner owns the seed company!
That’s It, by cracky! Politics are rot
ten!”
The editor listened sympathetically.
He always did. ' The farmer roared
and flourished his dtsprlzed seed ear.
He was "agin the tariff" and the ad
ministration and everything else. It
was rotten when a man couldn’t get
a blue ribbon on corn like his corn!
Arne Vance fingered Mr. Sourds'
product. He chewed a grain and felt
over the golden spike. ‘'lt’s good,"
he commented, "but the kernels break
before they run over the nub. and
they're shallow. Ike, some day I’ll
show you how to Judge corn the way
we do up/at the 7 agricultural college."
The man was suspicious of this fool
book farming.
"And let me send a doze/f of your
ears to the state board,” put lu Cur
ran. "He's a great man, that secre
tary. He’ll sit down und write you a
letter worth ull the ribbons Tanner a
seed house could give you.”
Ike Sourds did not kuow, He was
sure there was something crooked
about It.
"I tell you what we ll do,” exclaim
ed Hemmlnger. “This editor, he’s go
ing to run for Congress in the pri
mary, and we want him to come oul,
and Arne with htm, and they can talk
politics and seed corn together. Hey,
Arne?”
The farmer-student’s black eyes
snapped. Go? It was a great idea!
ilemmitiger's sad evea lit. The sus
picious Sourds grew interested. "By
Jinks, if there was anything like that
going on in Hemtninger’g district, our
i district ought to have it, too! We
i wa'nt much for style, our folks, in
] Number Five, but Arne Vance can
i come talk seed corn and sour soil,
and then this editor can get up and
whale the plutocrats' It’s a right
lonesome road out our way. but we
take the News und we know' some
thing!”
And he and Hemmlnger went off
with a promise. Curran watched the
ehaggy farm horses steaming in the
cool sunshine, the bundled figures on
the seat, until the wagon drew Into a
gap of the hills. They wanted him,
did they? After all, his yelling brat
j of a paper did find its way out to the
lonely farms and was read and be
! lieved’
He turned to discover Arne watch
lug him curiously. "You’re going,
Wiley?”
"Sure!"
"We’ll elect you, Wiley! We —and
they! Quit yfeur grubbing away >n
this dinky shop ami come out among
us! Janet's been seeing things very
clearly. There never was such a
chance —the county needs a leader.
I’m telling you what the young men
say over the county And there s
Father l>oyle. who's trying to build
his church up among the foreigners
at the new mines, and Mcßride, this
state labor organizer, who’s working
to unionize the new factory people
around Earlvllle—none of them cares
a damn about the old gang in this
town —the best families and the court
house jobs and all that!"
"I know," said Curran, quietly.
"They've both talked with me —urged
«ne."
Arne’s eyes glittered. “Janet —” he
muttered grimly "Her work”’
The editor was musing Janet,
again. Always Janet! She seemed
behind every manifestation of his new
place In the hearts of men, his awak
ened ambitions, his power to be him
self The enfranchised and free com
panion, demanding freedom, giving it;
that was what she had said the mod
ern woman could be! He was awak
ening to this magnificence in Janet
And yet she must love him —she could
do that also’ And slowly his dream
grew to a vision of a love past the
common call of sex, a passion enno
bled by the riches of her personality.
There would be none of the parasitic
clinging to a man, the need of senti
mentalizing shelter and protection.
The helper to power, the counselor to
a widening life—this would be the wo
man to come! This would be Janet!
He met the elder Vance next day.
Juke, the political farmer, the malcon
tent. an original Greenbacker, a mug
wump, party trouble-maker, forever
given to standing about the Square
Saturday afternoon in his moth-eaten
old bufTalo coat arguing with the coun
trymen. He could not have been elect
ed to any office, but he had not soured.
His children had Inherited his reason
ing unrest, but they had disciplined it
to achievement.
"Somebody to beat Hall —somebody
to beat Hall!” he roared. "Folks say
it’s cornin’ to be you. Wiley! I get It
everywhere except In the News, and
in the banks and warehouses and the
court-house! The county ain’t what
it used to be —there are mines and
factories —and libraries and labor
unions' The old gang doesn’t realize
that. It’s you, Wiley, all the kickers
want. And I hear you ain’t got the
money? Ain’t some of these new real
estate men and boomers over In Earl
ville close to you for that?”
"Not much. Cal Rice and Thad are
In with ’em on most of their deals."
Jake went out In the frosty sunlight.
"Don’t forget,” he growled, “that
there s a sight of people who ain't lu
any deals! Arne, let's go home and
feed stock with that contraption of
yours up in the haymow'’’ He looked
eff across the Square to the window of
the school superintendent’s office: "i
guess that girl of mine is ready to
go home, too!”
Wiiey watched the Vances drive off.
the three of them In Jake's old buggy.
“Jaks used to travel to political con
ventions In the smoker, and, at 12
o'clock, pull a basket up between his
legs, spread a newspaper on his knees,
eat his chicken and sweet pickles, and
then pitch the paper out the window-,
but when Arne comes back from col
lege he eats in the diner and uses a
finger-bowl," he told Aunt Abby. "And
they have two hired girls at the farm!
Janet and Arne make up the price of
the dining car and the maids by figur
ing out soli analysis, or new school
methods, and don’t bother their hea Is
with picking chickens, or putting up
lunches.”
"Well, there’ll come an end," she
warned; " taln't In nature for a farm
to stand two hired girls, or even one!’’
He laughed: "Get on the band wag
on, Aunty!” Then behind her, In the
fragrant kitchen, he saw Old Michi
gan w-armlng his leg across the wood
box. Michigan grinned expectantly:
"Dope got a letter from our little
girl, Mr. Curran! And I done brought
It up here first thing for you to read
‘•Aurelle?” Wiley was conscious of
a disappointment that she had not
written him. She had sent a post card
from some town, with a blithe com- i
ment, but little news, only that everv- j
thing was all right. Now he reached
eagerly for the letter in the old sol- l
dler's hands. Aunt Abby stopped her
cooking as he tore It open. Then they
lost the world In Aurelle’s tale of
wonders.
“What the done say. Mr. Curran?”
"Flue! Sava you’d look good to
her. now, Uncle Mich. She's having
the time of her life Everybody's
good to her. and helps her, and the
McFetrldge hoys are Just grand, and
THE DETROIT TIMES MONDAY, AUGUST 4, 191 j.
everything s grand.” Wiley looked
shlulng-eycd around: "That s the most
of It—Just grand.”
“Wiley," said Aunt Abby severely,
“I did hope shed not get her head
turned! ”
"Not a bit She says; Uncle Mich,
Ibe first night I was scared, and when
I walked out there and tried to see
over the lights 1 Just wilted —Inside!
Mr. GrHtz shod in the wings with the
book, and Hen McFetridge kept wav
ing to me not to cross so fur, and
Mr. Feldman kept whispering some*
tiling lrcm the other side, so 1 guess
I must liuve looked scared I tried
to speak and couldn't say a word,
and I looked hopelessly off, and then*
was Mr. Hatibury having a regular
fit because I was going to spoil Ills
play. He kept shouting to himself
und dancing around: "Dried —I knew
It!” Then that made me mad, and
1 glared at him, and then I heard
what Morris Feldman was trying to
whisper, and I said. "Father, I am
here.” And Just right, too, Sol Gratz
says—Just like the haughty young
beauty I whs supposed to be, who's
under suspicion of being a thief. Be
cause I was uiad at Mr. Hantwry and
i his old play! Aud every time 1 lost
my lines they all helped me —every
one, and you ought to have seen what
the papers said!" cried Mr. Curran—
"l wish I’d seen that paper'”
"Go on," said Uncle Michigan.
"When's she coming home?”
"Don’t s«y," answered Wiley. ‘ Says
the hotels are pretty bad. and the
theaters are cold and dirty, but it's
Juat a glory! Oh. lord—Aurelle!”
Likes It?” queried Aunt Abby,
from her doughnuts.
Says she s got a mission! To up
lift the stage' Oh, lord—Aurelie!”
But when's she coinin' home?”
quavered Uncle Michigan.
And looking in Michigan's eye, Mr.
Curran saw a tear.
"She doesn't say, Unde Mich. She
Just says she's sending a number o 9
things for ‘you all’ out at the Pocket
with the first money she ever earn
ed! Christmas present for you and
Knute and Peter and the baby, and
Albert and Mrs. Lindstrom—uud for
John.”
And John, he prayed so mighty
hard he chased her off the place!
Reckon she's the same old girl Mr
Curran?"
"Sure, j think so. Uncle Michigan.”
Don t reckon this yere stage busi
ness 11 ever change her a mite Mr.
Curran?”
Hope not, Uncle Michigan. Darn
smoke it s getting in our eyes,
ain’t it?" Mr. Curran coughed and
spluttered, he didn't want to see the
tears on Michigan's whiskers. The
old man thrumped the wooden leg on
the box and against the stove pre
paring to get out of the house “Uncle
Michigan.” said Mr Curran, "stay to
supper and we'll talk about Aurelie.
Gee whiz. 1 hope that little girl makes
good!”
\ ou "ant me to stay to supper?”
Uncle Michigan turned to Aunt Abby
—"You're church folks, and I done
been at, ole whisky peddler Johnny
Rbo.
"You done been an old fool. Uncle
Michigan! You sit right here till
supper s ready!”
‘Right here till supper’s ready!”
added Mr. Curran. “Here's some more
of this letter—’
But not any word about coinin’
home! ”
She II get home She says up in
Waterloo the comedian got drunk and
nearly busted up the show. And that
night they had to cut out her big sit
uation.’”
"What?” gasped Aunt Abby, "cut
out her—what?"
“I swear—”
"Well, it can't be serious or they'd
telegraphed! ”
1 guess bo. She says Mr. Hanburv
changes his play so much they just
can t keep up with it in rehearsal, but
that Sol Gratz thinks pretty soon
they'll get it all over."
Get over what—over the operation
f suppose, Wiley?"
.She s picking up this stage slang
so fast she must be getting on. 1
awear, it's a fine latter "
Aunt Abby was peeking at it over
his shoulder. "What's thut? She
asks If any one ever hears from Har
lan Van Hart?”
Wiley sighed. "Yes. she—sort of
knew Harlan.” He folded up the let
ter and handed it to Unde Michigan,
who stared at it as if It was a Jewel.
I reckon," mumbled Uncle Michi
gan, you done better keep this In
your safe at the office, Mr. Curran.”
T hut Base ruHte<l Bhut In '96, Uncle
Mich—the time the creek flooded the
News office -and It b never beeu open
ed since.'’
Well, you better keep this letter
in the clock, Mr. Curran—or some
where. j wouldn’t lose It for the best
leg I got ' He handed It back to
Mr. ( urran, and the editor locked It
In the clock case. "When I git lone
some. I'll come up here and we ll read
It all over again. Kind o’ lonesome
at the ole place. John, he's sourin'
on the world. Keeps the boys cuttln’
brush. And the baby’s ailin'. And
the woman s frettin’. Seems like the
sun don’t shine so bright since Au
relle went, away.”
“Don’t you worry, Uncle Mich. She’ll
come back rich and famous and
everybody’ll be happy, and shell give
a show In the tin opera house."
Uncle Michigan's eyes shone again.
Just as Ole Captain Tlnkletoes pro
phesied down in Louisany! She'll
done grow up to occupy the land!”
Mr Currans eyes shone, too. He
had been told Aurelia's fantastic
Morv. oh, these many times' He had
gilded It, enshrined it—loved It
"Our little girl. Uncle Mich’" he
cried. Out In the big world fighting
her wav. and n*t being scared’ I
never think of hhw she came to me
but I want to gather her up and shel
ter her. protect her”—he stopped
slowly "love her-” he sighed Then
he turned away from them and looked
down the hill to hit shop. "Eh well'
1 reckon I am the min who Is In a
"fa’e of arrested development con
cerning women!"
(Continued!
British military authorities have
developed for use in India a tele
pho» e «able which weighs but sev
enteen pounds to the mile, but so
well Insulated it will work through
watsr.
iTEXAS POST IS
BEST ARMY CAMP
IN THEWORLD
Average of Health Higher Than
in Any Previous Gathering
of Troops
DIVISION AT GALVESTON
SHOWS LITTLE SICKNESS
Soldiers Are Sturdy Types of
American Manhood, and Well
Trained
TEXAS CITY, Tex., Aug. 4
, W hat army officers say is the best
! organized, best trained and health
;b*st military camp in t.V world tu
|day, stretches for two miles along
the Gulf of Mexico shore here. Four
,months ago the site of this camp was
virtually a swamp. This transfor
mation is one of several big achieve
ments of tht! American soldiers sent
here last February for the mobili
zation of the second division of the
United States army, the first of the
I hew divisions brought together in
| this country.
j Major-General Win. H. Carter,
'commanding the second division, U.
S. A., said today:
"Th division here and at Galves
ton comprises one-third of the In
fantry strength of the United States
Army, and with artillery, cavalry and
signal corps, makes nearly 12,000
I men. Bringing the division to
gether has taught the officers and
men the Intimate needs of a big or
ganization as to its equipment ami
has weeded out unnecessary para
phernalia and under-standard ani
mals. When the commands compri
sing the various divisions, go back to
their various posts and ure ordered
to reassemble for any service what
ever. the commanding general can is
sue a single order which will cover
the entire equipment of every inHti.
whether from northern or southern
or over-sea service. Our army Is so
small that it has to be spread very
(thin in various parts of the world,
'and the necessitates varied and ex
pensive equipment.
j “The second division is now in ex
cellent shape. The soldiers are
sturdy types of American man
hood and equal to any in the
world. The whole division, with bag
gage. could be ready to go aboard
thalns or transports before the cars
|could be sidetracked or the trans
ports ready to cast off.
"Probably the one most important
accomplishment for the American
people has been the demonstration
of sanitary standards. It has veri
fied the methods tested at San An
tonio In 19 11, when 14,000 men as
sembled as a maneuver division. We
have now been here four months and
not one case of typhoid has develop
ed. When we came, w’e w’ere told
that this site was u swamp.
"We could train twice as many
men here without increase of officers,
iWe believe the United States does
not need a large army such us main
tained by European countries, but a
few regularly and equipped divisions,
such as this, distributed over the
•ountrv at points where they could
be readily available for over-seas
service and as models for our volun
teer citizen soldiery, upon which this
country must always rely, would
more than repay their cost.”
Brigadier-General <’. R. Edwards,
commanding the sixth brigade, has
worked out the night attack forma
tion by which, with the use of ropes
to help keep the* commands in touch,
over 12.000 men. one pitch-dark
night, marched out of camp without
awakening anyone, went two miles,
led by only two guides and approach
ed within over thlry yards of an en
trenchment before the officers in it,
who were waiting for the attack,
knew of the enemy’s approach. The
center of the attacking line struck
within ten yards of the center of
he entrenchment.
NIGERIAN WOMEN
WEAR LONG TAILS
JOHNNESBURO, Africa, Aug. 4
In some parts of Nigeria a maid, on
becoming u bride, puts off her girdle
of twisted grass and assumes her tall
with quite an much pride as the civil
ized woman takes to her wedding
ring. Each tribe has its own particu
lar pattern of tail und no deviation as
to length or shape is allowed. The
appendage is made of plaited or twißt
ed grass and is worn generally over a
bunch of leaves, possibly to avoid
friction with the bare cuticle, it being
the only ornament or article of ap
parel in the wardrobe of these women.
The tails are never more than a few
inches in length. Some are short and
stumpy, others broaden out at the
ends like a mushroom, aud still others
are longer and bell shaped. One kind
is made of palm fibre stained red and
bound tightly with strings Others
Jure adorned with ah Intricate pattern
of brass or copper wire, and some
combine beads with the wire.
The Kagoro women wear the short
est and plainest of tails, but to com
pensate them for this Quaker-like
Simplicity they may add a bracelet
or leglet of bead* A KaJJI woman or
Mersa wears a tail of the mushroom
variety. These have elaborate de
signs of brass aud copper wire, tbe
J wheel-shaped beads set lu a bed of
! rubber when It Is In a liquid state.
Once In a while a KaJH woman is seen
with an Iron beU above the tall. Whe
ther this is her own caprice or made
obligatory by her husband is not told.
The tall Is fastened to a girdle, some
times nothing more than a string
around the waist. \
At some feasts little girl* may wear
tails, but this has a peculiar religious
significance, the mysterious meaning
of which Is unknown.
Fashion Is most dictatorial In Ni
geria. The men as well as the wo-
Imen are obliged to decorate their
bodies with regularly prescribed de
signs.
Wants $50,000 for Wife’s Stolen Love
*'r \ \
if* ~ \ \
OAKLAND, Cal., Aug. 4. —Phil K.
Gordon, general agent of the Sunset
Route of the Southern Pacific, son ot
Gen. David S. Gordon, retired, was
sued, recently, by Arthur A. Hep a,
civil engineer, lor $50,000, Hcck
charging Gordon with alienating the
affections of his wife, Lillian.
“Mr, Gordon began making love to
me the second time he saw me, last
September, and has continued his at
tentions ardently ever since,” said
Mrs. Beck. “He is a very fascinating,
dominant man. and l listened to him.'*
WOULD REWARD
GOOD STEPMOTHERS
Los Angeles Pension Ordinance
To Allow for a Discrimina
tion
LOS ANGELES. Aug. 4.—Step
mothers. beware!
If you are the wife of a fireman
and the stepmother to the fireman’s
children, ami are real good to those
stepchildren, you may receive a pen
sion when your husband dies, but if
you are not good to those children
you may have to divide the pension,
giving the children half.
This, was the decision of the fire
We repeat
The Warning.
Genuine
Always
Bears the Signature of
And Contains no Poisonous Drugs.
i '' ' V, A ' ' • v /
' v \ '-i ' ' '
Sold only in one size bottle, never in bulk, or otherwise;
to protect the babies.
The Centaur Company,
Prmt
MRS. LILL IAN BECK.
The complaint charges that:
‘‘The defendant with the cunning,
auuacity and polish of a finished mas
ter of the art, began a course of deli
cately reserved, well-bred attention
and love-making toward said Lilllau,
and hypnotized her, eloquently plead
ing and importuning her for a kiss, :\s
he suid, "from the loveliest and most
passionate lips that ever thrilled a
man through and through.’” It is al
leged he got "said kiss."
Gordon claims the charges are
blackmail.
commission when it informally ap
proved the recommendation that the
proposed pension ordinances for the
fire and police departments be so
amended as to give the pension board
disu&etionary power to say whether
a pension shall go to the widow or
to the widow and children.
OLD CHIEF DIVORCED
WHEN 95 YEARS OF AGE
ABERDEEN* Wash!. Aug. 4.—Chief
Taholu, better known as Chief Mahon.
Head of the Quinaiult tribe and U 5
years of age. was granted a divorce
from his wife, who he says has be
come enamored ot a notli er man of the
tribe, known as "Nigger Jake.’’ The
object in getting a divorce is to keep
the woman from acquiring any of the
old chief’s property on his death.
[Castor i ai
RICH MAN PREFERS]
JAIL TO S3O FINE
Spends His Time Writing Art
icles For Newspapers On In
justice of Sentence
HAGERSTOWN'/ Md.’. Aug. 4.—W.
Webster Groh, tUe rich real estate
dealer, who elected to go to Jail rath- I
er than pay a tine which he regarded
us unjust, is spending part of hia time
in preparing articles for newspapers,
to which he frequently contributes re
garding subjects of public welfare.
Mr. Groh in a statement for the
press, cites various movements in be
halt of the public interest in which
ha» been a leader, as evidence of the
ingratitude of the authorities for in
dicting a punishment on him that he
contends is unwarranted by law. He
*uys that he saved the county mucb;
money by opposing the building of a
bridge across the Potomac at publio
expense and also by opposing the erec
tion of a “palace Jail”; that he was
responsible ,for the passage of lawn
ridding tin streets of dogs, exempting
new factories from taxation, and ex
empting bicyclists from paying toll on.,
turnpikes; that it was through him
that public square pavements were re
lieved ot the obstructions of smalt
buildings used by venders of candy,
peanuts, etc., and that it was also
through him that the nuisance of ex
ploding dangerous fireworks on the*
Fourth of July was abated.
A frequent complaint before the po- '
lice authorities, ever ready to insist J
oil the enforcement of all regulations'
to the letter, it was a surprise when'
.Mr. Groh himself wus arrested,
ed with failure to place a pavement’
in front of h piece of unimproved pro- 9
pert} which he owned
He contended that bv giving a wai
ver that would allow the town to lay
the pavement and assess the cost up
on him, he relieved himself of the
responsibility of making the required^ 4 '
improvement, but Police Justice An- ’
keney took a different view, and im
posed a tine of S3O upon hitn.
Mr. Groh was a successful merchant/
for many years, and is estimated td'
he worth $250,000. While he had the '
privilege of appealing the case, he"
preferred to go to jail as a protest
against what he considers a wrong
imposed on him.
Those who know his tenacity of
purpose declare that he will serve the
entire twenty days in confinement
rather than change his determination 1 '
to be a martyr to his convictions. He
is accorded no especial privileges and
submits to prison regulations in ail
particulars. He sends out for his
meals, but in all other respects adapts
himself to his environment.
STRANGE HERB BEAMED
FOR INDIAN ORGIES
I.A CROSSE. Win . Auk. 4-Con
gressman John J. Esch, today, an
nounced he would at once renew a
movement to secure an appropriation
tor the suppression of peyote eating
among Winnebago Indians in western
Wisconsin.
Reports received from Black River
Falls tell of orgies indulged in by the
redskins which are ot the wildest na
ture, bringing on unconsciousness
which lasts for two or three days.
Many cases of insanity among the
Indians are said to be due to peyote
eating. The eating of the herb is
supposed to be part of the Indians’
religious belief. ,
SEATTLE BEGINS STRICT
ANTI-NOISE CRUSADE
SPOKANE, Wash., Aug. 4—The
city's new criminal code contains a
strong provision prohibiting unneces
sary noises in the city.
The code as adopted combines about
40 to 50 per cent of the existing ordi
nances incorporates, incorporates the
entire state criminal code, covering
misdemeanors, and adds several new
laws covering petty offenses.
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