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1 ON SECRET SERVICE P Tru* Stories of Experiences in the State, War, Treasury and Postoffice Departments. By COL. JASPER EWING BRADY (Late Cesser si Telegraphs aotf Chief Signal Officer, 1). S. A., Santiago it Cabs. ) The Changed Prescription “My Dear Col. Cheney: “The bearer, Mrs. Elvina Simpson, is in dire distress, and after having heard her story I am convinced you ate the- only man on earth that can assist her. I bespeak for her your very best personal efforts. I still hold in grateful remembrance the splendid work you did for me, and Mrs. Farwell joins me in best wishes. Sincerely, “CHARLES B. FARWELL." “P. S. —I will be responsible for your fee in this case.” So read Col. Cheney while Jeff stood by awaiting the colonel's or ders. “Farwell,” he mused, “oh, yes; that’s the chap from Duluth that ‘wanted a name.’ His P. S. is ex tremely interesting.” Then to Jeff: “Lady waiting outside?” "Yas, Runnel, an’ she’s powerful perturbed, sah. She bin cryin’ I ’spect sum th’ look ob her eyes.” “That’s nothing, Jeff, women cry on the slightest provocation.” “Das de tmfe, kunnel. But dis pore woman’s in a heap o’ trouble an’ ve’y anxious ter see you. I reckon she’s a widder. She all dressed in brack.” “Well, show her in, Jeff, and let’s get through with it.” “Yes, sah.” Mrs. Simpson came in almost timid ly. She was a tiny little woman, about 55 years old. Her eyes were a kindly gray, though red from recent weeping. Her plain black habiliments confirmed Jeff’s assertion that she was a widow. “Mrs. Simpson?” “Yes, sir,” replied the w’oman in a quiet diffident voice, “and I know T you are Col. Cheney. Mr. Farwell showed me your picture.” “You know Mr. Farwell quite well, Mrs. Simpson?” Col. Cheney merely wanted to get the woman perfectly at ease so she could state her trouble succinctly and in as few w’ords as possible. “Oh yes, sir, indeed I do. When he first came to Chicago and worked in the post office he boarded with me on the West side. He continued to make my house his home even after he en tered the railway mail service.” Mrs. Simpson’s manner and talk showed her to be a woman of refine ment and good breeding. Her appear ance would indicate she was not in easy circumstances. “You see, Col. Cheney, when trouble came I knew no one to go to, no one In all this broad city, so I wrote Mr. Farwell and told him everything. This morning an answer came and inclosed therein was the letter of introduction o you. You may be sure I lost no ime in coming to your office.” “Yes, Mrs. Simpson,” replied Cheney vith a pleasant smile, “and now per laps you will tell me this awful rouble. Maybe we shan’t find it so .ad after all.” Then he muttered to imself: “Women invariably put the art before the horse.” Mrs. Simpson actually smiled a wan, •Itiful smile. Her heart was sore op ressed and the colonel knew it, but omething in his frank, pleasant man :e\ seemed to give her hope and cour ge, and she replied: “Excuse me, colonel; I thought you new; it’s about my son Samuel. He’s 4 years old and a pharmacist. He raduated at the university four years go with'a degree of Ph. G. and shortly fterwards took a position in the store •f G. H. Rhodus, of this city. There as never been a complaint against dm so far as I know. His habits are ood and all his spare time is spent in eadfng. His wages he always brought o me saying I must not work so hard, sou see, colonel,” and here the little woman’s eyes dropped, “we haven t iad much since my husband died 15 'ears ago, and sometimes it’s been a iard struggle to get along. Samuel <ras doing so well and not long ago ongraiulated himself that his salary iad been increased, so that I could leep house for him and do nothing ilse. Now,” and here there was a :atch in her voice, “now' it’s all gone —all gone.” “But why, Mrs. Simpson, why is it ill gone? What has made the change?” quietly asked the colonel. “Samuel is in jail!” A suppressed sob sprang involuntarily from the poor woman’s heart as she conveyed this information. “In jail!” exclaimed Cheney. “For what?” It took a moment for Mrs. Simpson to recover herself and she proceeded: “Some time ago Mr. J. H. Haviland’s little daughter Laura was suddenly taken very ill. Dr. Furniss was called to attend her and wrote a pre scription. Mr. I v /Hand’s butler took it to Phodus’ store and Samuel filled it He gave the medicine to the butler. That night Laura Haviland died. There was an investigation and as a result Samuel was arrested for crim inal carelessness in filling the prescrip tion.” Again Mrs. Simpson’s feelings well-nigh overcame her. “Go on, Mrs. Simpson, tell me every thing.” “Yes sir, I will. Naturally Mr. Havi land was very bitter and his wife was almost crazed by her grief. Laura w’as their only child and both parents fairly idolized her. I sympathize with them with all my heart. Dr. Furniss made a statement to Mr. Haviland in which he said the prescription had not been properly filled, that a certain poisonous drug had been placed therein in suffi cient quantity to kill a man. Samuel had compounded the prescription, but he insists he put it up exactly as pre scribed. That’s the whole case, colonel, and oh,” here all a mother’s yearning, love and heartfelt pleading came into Mrs. Simpson's voice, “I know r Samuel did not make the horrible mistake. I know it. He couldn’t have done so. You will help me, won’t you, colonel?” Her hands were raised in entreaty. “From what you say, Mrs. Simpson,” gravely replied the colonel, “it’s a very serious case. Dr. Furniss stands high professionally in this city. I am frank to admit I do not like him any too well, but that doesn't affect his professional standing. I can’t promise any definite results but I’ll investigate and see what can be done. Who is your son’s lawyer?” “He hasn’t any; 1 couldn’t afford to pay very much, and the Havilands are so rich it would take a good one to offset the talent employed by them to assist the state in prosecuting my son. Oh, Col. Cheney, it’s awful awful!” and heart-rending sobs shook the little woman’s frame. “There, calm yourself, Mrs. Simp son, your son shall at least have fair *’ay. I’ll get him a lawyer; I'll see the boy right away and arrange bail. Meantime you go home; Sam uel will join you there this after noon; later I’ll inform you what to do. Pending the boy’s trial I’ll try and get him some employment, though, of course, he could hardly ex pect to follow his profession until Inis case is settled.” “G<- i bless you, Col. Cheney. Mr. Farwell said you would help me, and I feel better already.” “I can’t do impossible things; but I’ll leave no stone unturned to find out the truth. That’s what we Want, Mrs. Simpson, the truth.” /‘That’s all, colonel, and the truth will vindicate my son Samuel.” Mrs. Simpson left, and with his usual alacrity Col. Cheney started .o work on the case. First he called up “Central 2126.” “Hello,” he said, “Mr. Layton, please.” “Hello, that you, Layton? This is Cheney talking. Are you very busy now?” “No,” came back the answer over the copper wire; “and if I was I wouldn’t be too busy to do anything I ?ould for you. What’s up, colonel?” “Got a case for you. Not a big tee, if any, but a charitable act, and l heap of satisfaction for you in loing it.” “What is it?” “Too long to explain over the wire; besides the details are not yet complete. I’m going over to the county jail now, and will see you on my re turn. By the way, I may want you to go bail for a friend of mine.” “All right, colonel, do as you see fit. I’ll wait for you and we’ll go to luncheon together.” “All right, Layton; good-by.” “Good-by.” Mr. Emerson Layton was a very shrewd lawyer, age about 39, and also independently rich. As Mrs. Simpson had stated, Mr. Haviland was a very rich and influen tial man. His stately home facing the Lake Shore drive was one of the most beautiful in the city. He would leave no stone unturned to prosecute the man responsible for his daughter’s death. Dr. Ftirniss, the physician in the case, wras what is known as a “fash ionable doctor.” His practice was among the rich, and his fees in keep ing. A graduate of Pennsylvania uni versity, he had an extensive hospital practice, and had later gone abroad and studied ir. Heidelberg and Vienna fortw o years. Professionally he was well equipped, and enjoyed good standing. His influential family connections had insured him a large practice from the first. As Cheney had told Mrs. Simpson, he personally did not like Dr. Furniss. At 11 o’clock he appeared at the jail. At his request he was allowed to see Samuel Simpson. Cheney looked the young man over thoroughly. He was a clean-cut, manly-looking chap, brown eyes and hair, and truth was w’ritten all over his face. The colonel told Simpson of the interview he had had that morning with his mother. Frankly and honestly young Siiqpson related to Col. Cheney all he knew’ of the case. Of course Rhodus had a very large store, and large numbers of prescriptions w’ere put up there every day. He could not remembei the component parts of any one he had filled. But it was an invariable rule that each prescription be checked after it was filled. Simpson had done this, and pasted the filled prescrip tion in a big book kept for that pur pose. After he had given the medi cine to the Havilands’ waiting but ler the matter passed from his mind, and he thought no more of it until his arrest. That was all. “What hours were you usually working in the store, Simpson?” asked the colonel. “I came on at eight in the morning, GRANTCOUNTY HERALD LANCASTER, WISCO NSIN. Sir, and save for an hour for luncheon, worked until six.” “About what time was this prescrip tion filled?” “About five in the afternoon, if I remember rightly.” “And Laura Haviland died at mid night the same night, I believe?” “Yes, sir.” “You know Dr. Furniss?” “By sight, yes, sir. He’s been in the store several times about medi cine.” “Been in there since the child died?” “The day following, about ten in the morning, he came in and asked to see the prescription book —said he wanted to look up a certain prescrip tion he had given a man some time ago.” - “Who was there while he was look ing up this —er —prescription for a man?” “Why, no one, sir, as I recollect.” “And you were with him all the time he was in the store that morn ing?” “Yes. —Wait. No—let me think. He did ask me to get him some mor phine tablets one-eighth strength for his hypodermic case.” “You got them?” “Yes, sir; I w’ent to a room behind the prescription case where poisons are kept and what Dr. Fur niss wanted.” “How long w’ere you gone?” “Two minutes, possibly. Not over three at the outside.” “Very good. And the next you knew was your arrest?” “Yes, sir.” “Where has the prescription book been since your arrest; do you know?” “The officer arresting me was ac companied by a man from the prose cutor’s office, and he took the pre scription in question with him. I sup pose it’s to be used against me.” This concluded the interview. Cheney arranged the bail and sent Samuel home to his mother with an injunction to say nothing about the case to a soul and to report at Che ney’s office at nine the next morning. Then Cheney went to the prose cutor’s office and obtained an exact copy of the disputed prescription. He ’phoned Sid Guthrie to meet him at Layton’s office. Guthrie was there waiting when Cheney arrived. “Go out and get a spot on Dr. Harry Furniss; he has offices in the Renault building. There’s about a hundred doctors in that building, but Furniss is the king pin of them all, so far as style goes Don't lose sight of him until to-morrow morning. Report to me at nine o'clock.” Guthrie went and Layton, w’ho had heard Cheney’s admonition, said: “Furniss, eh? What’s he up to now?” “Don’t know’ yet, Layton, but that’s the case I spoke to you about.” While at luncheon Cheney told Lay ton the entire case as he knew it. Layton agreed to defend young Simp son, and when compensation was men tioned he laconically said: “Oh, hang the money part of it” which was tyiv ical of the man. Cheny arranged to have his friends Dr. Stuyvesant and Layton come to his office at 9:30 the next morning. Guthrie reported as directed. “He had found Dr. Furniss at his office. The doctor saw a number of patients at his office until three p. m.; made a few calls on the North side until five o'clock; w’ent to his bachelor apart ments and remained until six; came out in evening clothes, dined at Audi torium Annex with two men; after dinner attended Illinois theater; was called to ’phone during second act; at conclusion of performance took cab with his two friends, went to South side, got couple of women acquaint ances and went to several places of more or less questionable character; women friends and two men left Fur niss at two a. m.; doctor then went home a little bit under the weather; hadn’t left home at nine a. m.” “You say ‘women friends,’ Sid. What kind?” “Not the kind I’d care to be seen with in public.” “All right, Guthrie; put Lonergan on his trail to-day and you get some rest. You need it.” “Bet I do, colonel. S’long.” And Guthrie was gone. At 9:30 o’clock Layton, Simpson and Dr. Stuyvesant met in Cheney’s office. “Now-’, Simpson,” said Cheney, when all were comfortably seated, “tell Mr. Layton and Dr. Stuyvesant just what you told me yesterday. Understand, everyone here is your friend.” Without a tremor in his voice and with the ring of honesty in every word, Simpson told his story. Layton and Dr. Stuyvesant were impressed and when the boy was through Layton said: “Go over to my office and I’ll give you a position as a clerk and messen ger until this case is settled.” When the boy had gone Dr. Stuyvesant said: “Have you that prescription, colo nel?” “Here’s a copy I made yesterday. You doctors have such an unintelligi ble way of writing these things, a per son not an expert would have trouble in reading it.” “I guess I can make it out,” said the doctor, smiling. Then reading to himself he said: “Tincture Opii cam phorated; Tincture Kino; Syrup Lan giberis and Syrup Simplicis. Tea spoonful every three hours.’ Urn. Not an uncommon one; used for in testinal troubles for children. Noth ing in that to produce death.’’ “Two doses of the medicine were given the child and three hours after the second dose she died. A chemical analysis w’as made of the remaining portion of the me licine. I secured it and here it is,” said Col. Cheney, pro ducing the paper. “What do you make of that, doctor?” The doctor studied the paper care fully and said; “Good God! Cheney, there is no camphorated tincture of opium in this; it says Tincture of Opium.’ That means the pure drug, and there was enough to kill a strong man, let alone a delicate child. It looks bad for the boy; it looks bad.” “Hold on a minute,” interrupted Layton, “Cheney only has a copy of that prescription. As counsel for young Simpson I want the original. I know it’s not customary to allow it, but the prosecuting attorney will let me have it, I know. He’s a good friend of mine. Just wait here a few moments, you fellows,” and Layton grabbed his hat and was gone. Cheney and Dr. Stuyvesant occu pied themselves for about ten minutes when Layton burst through the door like a cyclone. He was an impetuous men. “Here it is,” he exclaimed, lay ing the prescription on the table. This is what and Che ney read: For Laura Haviland. Tr. Opii Camph 3 iv. Tr. Kino 3 ii. Syr. Zangiberis 3 i- Syr. Simplicis qs. ad 3 ***• Tt et aig 3 i. every 3 hours. FURNISS. 44678 S .. 4—10—82 “Well, doctor,” finally said Cheney, “what about it?” “There’s nothing to it. The prescrip tion is regular and professionally cor rect. It’s in Furniss’ handwriting; I’d know it any place. The young man Simpson evidently forgot himself and put in tincture of opium instead of the camphorated. It’s an awful blunder to make. I’m sorry for him because he appeared honest to me.” “It does look bad, Cheney," said Layton, “but we ll do what we can for the boy. A light sentence may be secured.” “Sentence be burst out Cheney. “I’m not convinced yet. I want time to think it over. I’ll ’phone you gentlemen later.” After they had gone the colonel paced up and down the room denying himself to all. He went carefully over she whole case. Mrs. Simpson’s posi tion appealed to him, as did the boy’s honesty; but there was that damnable telltale prescription, there was the chemist’s analysis; the chain appeared complete. A gentle breeze from the window came into the room; it caught up the original prescription and blew it on the floor at Cheney’s feet. He stooped, picked it up, and was about to deposit it on the table when something caught his eye. He stopped, looked at the papier in his hand for a moment. Three steps took him to the window, up went the curtain, and from his pocket Col. Cheney took out a powerful magnify ing glass. In the glaring sunlight he studied every phase, every word and characteristic of the written prescrip tion. His breath almost stopped. “Well, by the eternal!” he muttered “He is clever but he’s overstepped himself this time.” Back to his desk he went and ’phoned Layton and Stuyvesant to come to his office at four o’clock —there was going to be “some thing doing” in the Simpson case —No, he wouldn't tell now, but they could come prepared for a good time; that was all. Guthrie was routed out; Cheney wouldn't trust any other of his force to do Avhat he wanted done that day “Go out and find out aii you can about the movements of Dr. Furniss on the —th of this month (naming the date of Laura Haviland’s death); get it quick as you can. Pick up Lonergan and tell him I want Furniss here at four this afternoon.” The sleep was gone from Guthrie’s eyes and he did as he was tokl. At three he reported. Cheney listened to what he had to say and muttered, “thought so.” At four o’clock Layton and Dr. Stuyvesant came in wondering what was up. Cheney never said a word about what was on his mind. A little while later Dr. Furniss came in dnessed like a fashion plate: long coat, gray trousers and gloves, red scarf silk hat, walking stick and patent leather shoes. He looked the part of a “fashionable doctor.” Cheney had met him once and said: “Good afternoon, doctor. Of course you know Dr. Stuyvesant and Mr. Lay ton ?” Dr. Furniss bowed slightly and said: “Geod evening, gentlemen,” and then to Col. Cheney: “You wished to see me about something, I believe —pro- fessionally?” “Well, no and yes. I’m not person ally ill,” replied the colonel, smiling. “I have been interested in the Simp son case. You remember it doubt less?” “The young man who compounded the prescription for Laura Haviland and by mistake put in a virulent poison? Oh, yes, I remember it.” “Mr. Layton is Simpson’s lawyer and Dr. Stuyvesant has been called as a medical expert for the defense.” “It certainly is in competent hands then,” said Furniss, bowing to Stuyvesant. “Thank 3011,” quietly re plied Stuyvesant, and Cheney contin ued: “You attended Laura Haviland, I believe?” “Yes.” “And wrote this prescription which was sent to Rhodus’ drug store to be filled?” Dr. Furniss looked at the paper in Cheney’s hand, and said: “Yes, that’s the prescription.” “Two doses, I believe, were given the child, one at six and the other at nine o’clock. Coma set in and at 12 o’clock that night the child died.” “You seem to be pretty well in formed,” said the doctor, smiling. “What you say is correct.” “Thank you. You are sure this pre scription here is exactly as it was when you gave it to Jorkins, the but ler, to have filled?** “Precisely. Why all this question ing, Col. Cheney? The prescription speaks for itself. Dr. Stuyvesant, here, can doubtless identify my hand writing.” “Quite true, the doctor has already done so. I admit it is all your hand writing. But I also know,” and here Col. Cheney arose, pointed his finger at Dr. Furniss and in a voice tense with indignation continued: “I know when you gave the butler the prescrip tion it read: ‘Tincture of opii.’ The word ‘Comphorated’ was not there.” Furniss turned as pale as a ghost, but gazed at Cheney unflinchingly. The latter continued: “When the child died your profes sional instinct and knowledge told you it was a drug, not disease, that killed her. You began to wonder what was in the compound. Haviland, though torn with grief, had sense enough to take the bottle for examination. You couldn't destroy that evidence, if evidence there was. At ten the next morning you went into Rhodus’ drug store, doubtless purposely going in at a time when you knew Simpson was alone. You saw the prescription; ‘Tincture of opii’ stood out in glaring letters, ac cusing you of criminal carelessness. But you have a fertile mind, Dr. Fur niss; you realized your mistake, and told the young man you wanted mor phine tablets for your hypodermic case. He went to a small room where poisons are kept, and while he was gone you quickly wrote ‘C-A-M-P-H* after ‘Opii.’ Clever, my dear doctor, damned clever, but you overstepped once.” The doctor started to inter rupt, but Cheney continued: “Wait, I'm not through yet. The afternoon you were called to Havilands’ you were attending a reception at the Orrins’. It was a pretty gay reception, because in tw T o hours you drank sev eral high balls, besides numerous po tions of punch. Your condition was decidedly uncertain, though you had good control of your physical actions. Now, doctor, what about it?’*: Layton and Dr. Stuyvesant Icdse-. on with wondering eyes. Furniss had paled, but later regained his equilib rium. After Cheney was through he said: “Well, what about it? You have concocted a clever story, but it's all a series of damned lies —what can you prove? Nothing. Your trap is weL Kid, but I don’t walk into it.” Hei the doctor got very sarcastic and continued: “Of what avail will your improbable story be against my word? Bah!” The doctor was fine, but Cheney wasn't through yet. “Damn you,” he said, moving towards the doctor, “I expected that. You would fortify yourself with the high standing of your family and the exalted position you hold among the profession; you would sacrifice young Simpson, kill his poor mother with grief; you would do all this to save your own worthless self from the punishment you richly deserve, and which you are going to get. Listen a minute while I play the trump card. The evening you wrote the prescription at Haviland s house you used a plain black pencil. The next day in the drug store you got hold of the wrong pencil, and used one with indelible lead to write ‘Camph,’ though the same color as the other one. There are two in your pocket now,” pointing at the doctor's upper waistcoat pocket. “Look at this,” and Col. Choney moistened the end of his finger and touched the word “Opii.” and then “camph.” On the first word no impression was made, but the word “Camph” became a dark purplish blue. “Now, Dr. Fur niss, do you deny my story?” Layton murmured “Good God!” un der his breath. Stuyvesant stood per fectly still watching the drama unfold. Furniss’ eyes almost seemed to jump from his head. He looked at Che ney’s telltale work fascinated, like a rabbit does into the eyes of a cobra. “Well,” he stammered, “what are you going to do about it?” “Do? From here we three gentle men are going to the prosecuting at torney’s office and have the charge against Simpson dismissed. To do this w r e shall tell the story. What the prosecutor will do I don’t know, but he's pretty keen after crooks.” Furness winced as Cheney pro nounced the word. “Then we re going to have that young man reinstated in his position, and Mr. Haviland put in possession of the truth. That's all, Dr. Furniss.” “Can’t this be fixed up?” said Fur niss, with a sickly smile. He was one of those persons who supposed that every man had his price. Just how he got out of that office, he never could distinctly remember, but he had a recollection of strong physical as sistance from behind. An officer was sent by the prosecu tor to arrest him that evening after Cheney had told his story. But the bird had flown, and money perhaps saved him from being apprehended. Mrs. Simpson was a happy little woman that night when her boy was brought to her free from all suspi cion. Rhodus was glad to get him back. “Col. Cheney,” said Mrs. Simpson, while tears of joy ran down her cheek, “how can I ever repay you for what you have done for us? How— How —” “You have already repaid me, Mis. Simpson— paid me in full,” said tiie colonel, with a bright smile. “But I don’t understand —how?” faltered the little woman. “The smile on your face, the light In your eye, the joy in your heart, are full recompense for all I have done.” “God bless you, colonel.” (Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.) PANEL IS EXHAUSTED Jury Still Missing for the Trial of Haywood by the Court at Boise, Ida. CALL FOR SIXTY-ONE MORE MEN Counsel for the Defense Suggests Luck; in Odd Numbers. Juror Tourtcllotte's Curious Position —Schmitz Jury Also Drags— jfen ’Frisco Millionaires Give Bonds. Boise, Ida., May 28—The Steunen berg murder trial has again been in terrupted by the exhaustion of the jury panel. The last man of the sec ond special venire has been disquali fied and Judge Fremont Wood post poned the trial until Friday morning, when Sheriff Hodgin is to produce an other special venire of sixty-one men. The odd number was jocularly asked for by the defense in the hope of changing the luck that has dogged the even numbers used. The work of jury filling is stopped at the vacancy cre ated by the seventh preemptory chal lenge so that there remain three more peremptory challenges. Two More Places May Be Vacant. Beside that there is a chance that .Juror Tourtellotte, who obj-.eted to the infliction of tlie death penalty save in war or anarchy, will be excused when it comes time to finally swea x the jury, and Juror A. F. Burns is suf fering from lumbago. These circum stances leave the date of tlie comple tion of the jury in doubt. They may accomplish the trick by Saturday night and clear tlie decks for the actual ac tion of tlie trial on Mor y morning* and then again tlie jury may not be completed until some time next wreek. Makes Charges of Unfairness. I’rior to the issuance of the new venire E F. Richardson, for the de fense. strongly intimated that the pre vious list* had been made up in a manner unfair to tlie prisoner. He said that of the 5,000 citizens available for jury duty fully 1.200 were membera of labor unions. One hundred and six ty talesmen had been Jiefore the court* yet only one of the number was a member of a labor union, and only two others were woi’dngn n. He said that there were only sis ' or sixty bankers in the county, yet nine of them had been found in the lists*. Judge Wood, in reply, said that lie had absolute confidence in Sheriff Hodgin, and that he would make no suggestion to him as to the manner in which ho made up his lists. Juror Tourtellotte's Protests. Scruples against capital punishment and prejudice against the acceptance of * circumstantial evidence, rather than I opinions that gave bias,were the stum bling blocks of tlie last talesmen exam-. . ined Juror Tourtellotte made a protest ! against his own retention on the jury. Ho said that he had various doubts about his ability to take tlie oath; that ! he iliouglit both sides were foolish to hold him on the jury, and asked that ! he be given a chance to explain and , qualify one of bis answers given on • direct examination. Judge Wood put I him off until Friday, when some ac i tion will probably be taken as to lite presence on the jury. SCHMITZ JURY INCOMPLETE Indicted ’Frisco Millionaires Busy Giving Bail. San Francisco. May 28. —The trial of Mayor Schmitz, accused of extor tion. was resumed in Judge Dunne's court, the examination of talesmen be ing continued. The state interposed a challenge for cause against Otto Fetv* renlmeh. The ground for the chal lenge was that Fehrenbacli, up to Sat urday night, had been running a hand book on the Emeryville races in con nection with his cigar stand business at Hay and Powell streets. Fehren bach confessed the accusation, which was brought out by Attorney Heney. The defense resisted the challenge, but Judge Dunne allowed it and Fehren bach was compelled to stand aside. The eight men named in the new batch of indictments returned by the* grand jury on Saturday appeared be fore Judge Coffey prepared to give bail. with the exception of Abraham Rues, who already is in custody. They are Eugene de Sable. John Martin* Frank J. Crum, G. H. TJmbsen, Jo seph E. Green. W. I. Whitlock, Mayor Schmitz and Abraham Rues. Georgs TTinbsen and Joseph E. Green, of the TJmbsen Real Estate company, and W. I. Broback, of the law firm of Mor rison and Rrobeck. gave bonds in the* sum of $140,000 each. Mayor Schmitz, gave bond in the same sum. The cases of Patrick Calhoun, of the Vnited Railroads; Thorn well Mullal! his assistant, and Tirey L. Ford and W. M. Abbott, of counsel for that cor poration. charge! with bribing four teen members of the board of super visors, were 1 continued until next Sat urday morning, at the request of coun sel for the defence, and it was made a matter of record that the defendants, demand separate trials on each indict ment for each defendant. Voted S2OO to Help Moyer Et Ah Detroit, May 28. —The Switchmen'?* Union of North America, which is MI(U mg its biennial session in this city, nas voted to contribute 8200 to the defense fund of Moyer, Haywood aack Pettibone. .. . ,