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Tri-Weekly Courier.
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80ME PERTINENT QUESTIONS.
"Would a democratic victory In 1910
Increase the wages of any worker In
the country asks the St. Louis
Globe-Democrat. "Would it start a
single "wheel In operation which is idle
now? Would It broaden the market for
any fabric which any American mill
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produces? Would it sell an additional
-J bushel of corn or wheat, hale of cot
-i ton, pound of meat or anything else
which the farmer or the planter pro
duces? No sane person among the 90,
000,000 people of the country will an
swer any of these queries in the af
flrmatlve. Complaint is made that
the cost of living is too high. Would
the election of a democratic president
this year or a democratic presi
t^ldent and congress two years •hence
lower the cost? Would it reduce the
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Office: 117-11# East Seocnd Street.
Telephone, Bell (editorial
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New telephone, business, office **,
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Address the Courier Printing Com
paojr, Ottumwa, Iowa.
Entered as second class
October 17, 1903, at the postofflce. oi
tumwa, Iowa, under the Act ot con
grass of March 3. 187V.
I rent of a tenant anywhere? Would it
cut the price of a yard of cloth, a pair
of shoes, a barrel of flour or anything
whatever which anybody wears or
eats? Any person who answers "Yes"
to any of the latter queries will do so
upon the assumption that a democratic
victory would close factories and shops
throw hundreds of thousands out of
employment, and, by reducing the
purchasing power of everybody, com
pel producers to lower their prices in
order to be able to sell anything at all.
This, indeed, is what' resulted from
the election of 1?:)2, which gave the
country not only a democratic presi-
dent but a democratic congress.
"But how would the, wage worker
be benefited by a democratic victory
which would cut the prices of rent,
food and clothing if, a,t the same time,
it cut off the wages which would per
mit him to buy them at any price?"
The Globe-Democrat continues. "Could
the factory operative which a demo
cratic victory would throw out of work
go "back to the land?" How would
he get the money with which to buy
the land? What would hp do with tho
land if he had it? the demand for
farm products would, decrease, while
the supply would Increase. The new
as well as the old occupants of the
land would suffer. Has the country
forgotten the corn burners of the old
democratic days of 1893-97? The farm
ers who were compelled to use their
corn for fuel during the democratic
regime, because they had neither the
rcarket for their corn nor the money
to buy coal,could tell a story about
the cost of democratic government
which some of the younger insurgents
«nj democrats would be benefited by
listening to. Souphouses flourished
in those democratic days, and the
auctioneer's flag floated throughout
the land. More mortgages* were fore
closed in.4any one of those disastrous
years of 'democratic supremacy than
in any half a dozen years since the re
publicans regained power in the gov
ernment.
Bread was a little cheaper
then than It has been since. But what
benefit did this bring to the man who
had /no money to buy it with."
NEED OF GOOD ROADS.
The building of good roads in every
state in the union, according to the
view tpf the Kansas City Journal, is a
question that ranks next in importance
to a stricter enforcement of laws as
one of the pressing needs of the en
tire country. The subject has been so
thoroughly discussed and so well ex
ploited by facts and figures that the
Joufnal holds there is no room left
for further dispute. The losses to
farmers, commercial and social, on ac
count of bad roads are simply in
calculable, for while the increased
cost of hauling and the wear and tear
of -wagons and teams have been com
puted with mathematical accuracy no
system of accounting can measure the
Injury and loss to the farmer by rea
son of the social isolation and deadly
monotony of farm life due to bad
roads. Country life should be made
pleasant and desirable as a prerequisite
to keeping the boys and girls on the
farm, and the first essential step in
this direction is the building of good
4
roads.
The Journal believes that the federal
and state governments should co
operate with counties and districts in
the construction of good roads, insofar
as the constitutional limitations will
permit such co-operation. Neverthe
less, it adds, counties and districts
should not wait supinely for rtate or
national aid. The old adage regarding
those who help themselves applies to
this problem of building good roads as
forcibly as It does to all other affairs
of society. The "unit of success lies
with the farmer why uses a drag on
the road In front of his own house.
Then
co-operation
will follow as surely
as In the days of old ^rhen each house-^
holder in Jerusalem swept in front'
of his own doorstep.
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Those Des Moines pie. eaters who
ftre
feeling chesty because 150 men at
y. M. C. A. banquet ate 200 pieces
of pie at one sitting should be cautious
and not use too much latitude in 1s
suing their challenge. Two hundred
pieces of pie wouldn't last ten minutes
C' with a couple of dozen hungry boys.
'0j$A report Just issued by State Auditor
jt'l Bleakley shows that depositors in 670
IS| savings banks, 276 state banks and
fourteen trust companies in Iowa In
creased their deposits between June
30, 1910, and September 14, 1910, to
the extent of $1,926,195.40. The state
auditor declares that the reports of
the same banks show an increase of
deposits in a little over a year of $16,
750,136.34. This Is shown as proof not
only that Iowans
are
prospering, but
that they are saving their money.
If ex-King Manuel managed to hold
on to enough Portuguese coin to keep
the .wolf from the door during the
chilly months now before him he
shouldn't grieve too much over the
new turn of affairs. Since the open
season for mayors, governors, presi
dent and kings opened up, executive
jobs have been hard to hold, and It
has been difficult to deliver the goods
to the satisfaction of all the con
stituency. Bossing a country, state,
Election day will be one montjh from
tomorrow. Registration days are
October 27 and 28, Just three weeks
away. Now is the time to begin a lit
tle missionary work among your neigh
bors to make certain that a full
registration Is secured.
For quite a while past whengver the
population of a South American or
Central American
republic was
suc
cessful in an ouster proceeding against
one of its presidents, the haven to
which he fled was southwestern
Europe. Have you noticed what hap
pened to Portugal? Still on the job eh?
Two years ago Kansas City, Kan.,
was the subject of many diacussioLS
in Ottumwa. Some said it was grow
ing and some said it was not. The cen
sus bureau now says that in the last
ten years Kansas City, Kan., has in
creased in population more than 50
percent.
The administering of the oath to a
member of the Illinois legislature
when he goes on the witness stand is
city of Iowa in the census of 1900 has
a joke. _______________
Cedar Rapids, which was the sixth
advanced to fifth, changing places
with Council Bluffs. Cedar Rapids
made a gam of 27.9 in tt" ten years,
which shows a substantial growth.
The National Biscuit company says
it has been proved by actual test that
it is a much better business policy for
that organization to create a demand
for its goods by advertising than it is
to buy out competitors.
Democratic Minority Leader Browne
has given some plausible explanations
for his vote for Senator Lorimer. But
up to this writing he has explained
where all that money the legislators
confessed to having received came
from.
principality, county or city these days
is no job for a nerv.ous person.
An Ottumwa man asks a divorce
from his wife because he has to get
his own breakfast. We hadn't thought
of that plan. Thanks!
Few things are as expensive
those we try to get for nothing.
as
No man ever gets far ahead who
tries to do as little as he can as his
day's work and still hold-his Job.
A steady drinker soon becomes un
steady.
One jialf the world is busy trying
to separate the other half from its
coin. Which is all right if in return
is given a fair return in goods or labor.
Evelyn Nesbit Thawf as a millionaire
murderer's wife, was worth a three
column p'cture in the newspapers.
Evelyn Nesbit Thaw "broke," gets
four lines.
Manuel, late king of Portugal, didn't
hang around any after he got one good
look.
A very plain moral might be drawn
from that Oskaloosa suicide case.
The initials of the new president of
Portugal are T. B., not T. R. Has any
thing been overlooked?
The man who works as hard as he
can, gets much more out of this life
than he who works just as little as he
can.
The next time you make an excuse,
just ask yourself if you are not really
lying.
A good talker
when to quit.
is one who knows
Read the 'republican ticket and he
inember the names.
There were nineteen ads for help
wanted in the Courier yesterday.
Connie Mack and Uncle Joe Cannon
have automobiles.
BIRMINGHAM.
Miss Hazel Hootman went to the
hospital in Ottumwa to be operated on
for appendicitis.
Misses Nettie and Pauline Shott and
Vermith Sherman attended old settlers
reunion in Fairfield Wednesday.
DRIVER IS 8H0T TO DEATH.
Antonio Arabio Fires Three Bullets
Into Body of Jack Olson at
Des Moines.
Des Moines, Oct. 8.— Jack Olson,
1317 West Walnut street, a driver for
the Merchants' Transfer company, was
shot three times and mortally wounded
by Antonio Arabia on Thursday after
noon near the transfer company's
stables at Southwest Sixth and Market
streets. Olson died four hours later
at the Methodist hospital. Arabio, who
was arrested immediately after the
shooting in the home of Salvatora
Doranto, 116 Southwest Sixth street,
admitted to Jailer Tom Cross as he
was being locked up, that he had shot
Olson. He later made a detailed con-
fession to Chief of Detectives John
ston. He said he killed Olson because and they seemed to be talking just be
the driver had called him afoul name, jneath my .^|ndow...Tfee9.a^9.cciiw:ed..to
(CHAPTER IV.—Continued.)
I thought, "Perhaps he has been sud
denly called out of the city and wants
•to see me before he leaves home." It
surely couldn't be that this summons
had anything to do with Johnny.Mont
gomery's case. Having to rush off at
such short notice I was luckily too
busy to have time to worry about it
coming up through the valley Perez
let me drive a good deal, and the
horses were so spirited I needed all my
wits to keep them from running away.
But when we began to wind in and
out among the tall round hills to the
south of the city, a nervousness came
upon me, and I kept wondering what
could be wanted of me. By the time
we reached the house on Washington
street I could scarcely sit still.
Father was standing in the door to
welcome me. I fairly flew up the steps.
"What is the matter?" I asked, almost
before I hugged him.
"By and by we will talk about that,"
he said. "Now,.come in and see what a
fine host I am." But as I passed him I
heard him say to Perez, "Before you
put up the horses I w&nt you to take
this note out to Mr. James Dingley,
at his house, and wait for an answer."
It was a charming table, lit with
candles, and there was a delicious din
ner, but I ^vas too excited to eat. The
glass of wine that father made me
drinlc only seemed to make my
thoughts spin faster, wondering what
could be going on since by father's
manner, and the message he had given
Perez, il felt sure it must be something
unusual. When dessert had been put
on,, and Lee hard gone out, leaving us
alone there opppsite each other, I
thought, "Now, it's coming."
Father had set down his coffee cup,
untasted. "I have had to send for you,
Ellie," he said, "because of a matter
'connected with the trial."
My heart was beating quickly and
in spite of myself my voice trembled.
"When does It begin?" I asked.
"It began last week," father an
swered, "but there has been no evi
dence of any consequence yet."
He was silent for a moment, looking
thoughtfully at the dancing flames of
the candles. "I suppose you know," he
w-ant on, "that, in trials there is usual
ly plenty of circumstantial evidence,
but eye witnesses are rare and their
testimony most valuable?"
I nodded. This feeling of suspence
was intolerable.
"I very much hoped' that yours
would not be necessary. Mr. Dingley
was of that opinion. But a new devel
opment hag suddenly .arisen, and nbw
I am afraid you will have to be state's
witness—the most important one they
will have."
There are no words to tell of the
panic I was in. Father's face, wrinkled
with anxiety, was watching me. "I
would give anything to keep you out
of it," he said.
I tried to make my voice steady.
"And will I have to tell them whether
or not I think him guilty?"
He £ut his hand over mine. "God
bless the child, ,no! You will have to
tell them only exactly what you, saw,
all that you saw, and just how you saw
it."
I could breathe again. After that one
awful moment, when the whole weight
of the trial seemed on my shoulders,
anything was a relief. "But, father," I
said "do you,really think that he is
guilty?"
Father gave me an odd look. "Aren't
you the one person in this city best
qualified to answer that question?"
I stared at him. I felt as if I had
been suddenly- set up in a high tower,'
above all other people in the world,
and that I was going to fall. I had
known in a blind sort of way what I
had seen, and, also, that no one else
had seen it: but I had not realized the
terrible isolation, the responsibility of
such knowledge. "Oh," I cried,, "I only
wish I had never gone near Dupont
street. I am so sorry I have made you
unhappy."
"Well, my dear child, this is no time
for regretting what has been done. Wo
must think of ourselves only as two
citizens of the state, and be ready to.
do all we can in that cause. You know
it will not be easy, it will be made as
difficult as possible for you to answer
straightly." He had hold of both my
hahds now, was looking hard into my
face. "And a young, good looking pris
oner will make it harder yet." His eyes
seemed to go straight to my thoughts.
"Ellie, I can depend upon you, can't
J?"
I was glad I could say in quite a
steady voice, "Oh, yes, yes!"
He smiled. "Of course I should have
known without asking. Now don't fret
about it. To bed, to bed, to bed! We
shall have to be up early tomorrow
if we are to be in court by nine
o'clock."
He was smiling as he said this, with
his old gaiety, but I suspected he was
only putting it q§ to cheer me, as I
now understood Senora Mendez had
done when she had taken me shopping.
After I got upstairs couldn't sleep.
At about ten o'clock I heard the door
bell ring, then long heavy steps going
down the hall, and the shutting of a
door which I guessed to be the door of
the study. That was odd: father sel
dom had visitors so late. I tossed and
tossed. I kept trying to picture the
court room. I saw it as a vast place,
with a cold chilly light, like the hall
of the prison, filled with a surging mob
of people serried rows of lawyers all
in white wigs—the memory of some
English pictures—and a terrible judge
in a black* gown, calling put my name.
Suppose, even with the best I could do,
I should make a mistake forget some
thing, or, what would he much worse,
remember something wrongly!
I realized that I was hearing voices
with remarkable clearness. I was able
to recognize father's and Mr. Dingley's.
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A STORY.0F MYSTERY
^LJLiCIA CHAIiBERLAlN
ShiifioroflWL COAST OF CHANCE
Qvyrickt, 1909, Tke Bobta-MtfiUl Ctmpssy
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me that, since the evening was mild,
the window of the study, which was
just beneath my room, must be open.
The sound of those voices worried be
Mr. Dingley's was louder than common
and there were times when both
seemed to talk at once. I cot up softly
and going to my window5 very noise
lessly, closed it. Then, so that I should
be quite stifled for air, I set the door
into the hall wide. It opened outward,
so that I had to step out onto the land
ing. Just as I d|d so, I heard the study
door flung open! quick steps in the hall,
and there, from that part of the hall
directly beneath the landing, Mr.
Dingley's voice:
"Oh, that's just your supersensitive
conscience! There was no need of
bringing the child up to town. There's
enough circumstantial evidence to coj^
vict ten men of whatever guilt there
Is."
Then father—"Yes, and I thought
you "had enough to convict one—that
is I did last week. But this new de
velopment—this Valencia woman, puts
another face on the business."
"Come now, Fred, the poor woman
is really mighty upset over Rood's
death. All she says is that she doesn't
really believe the boy did it."
"And for that reason, and that rea
son alone," father broke in, "she is
going to throw all her influence with
the defence—thousands of "dollars
spent, and Lord "knows what wires
pulled to get him off.« Man, you caii't
believe it! Don't you know she's going
to fight us every inch of the way?
You'll need every scrap of testimony
you can dig up! And such an important
piece* as—" They were advancing up
the hall. I shrank back and closed the
door.
Faintly. I heard the voices in the hall
going on a few moments lbnger, then
the front door shut with' a deep sound'
and the house was still. I got back into
bed but it was not to sleep.
It seeme^l thfit since I had been away
from the city this, strange thing had
happened the Spanish woman, whom
the papers had described as mourning'
for Rood, had taken up the defense of
Montgomery. I co'uldn't understand it.
It would seem that I ought to have
been glad—I' who had been so anxious
to find a champion for him— but
Queerly enough the only feeling that
came was one of fear, as if, instead of
saving, she had been dragging him
into worse danger. I lay, staring now
at the ceiling, now at the window,
where, toward dawn, a paling light be
gan to shine. I no longer felt the ner
vous anxieties that had kept me awake
.during the earlier part of the night,
was calmed by one great dread—the
thought of the Spanish woman! Her
presepce rose up and possessed my
imaginary court room, obliterating the
figures of the judge and the lawyers,
until it seemed that she and I and the
prisoner were the only persons In the
room, and that the one person she was
fighting in all the city was myself.
The next morning when I came in to
breakfast father laid his hand on my
cheek,
whtch felt very burning, and
said, "You are not fit to answer one
question." My throat w^s dry, and it
was hard work to swallow things, but
he stood over me and made me eat a
good breakfast. After that he had me
go over the. story of what I had seen
on the morning I had been coming
home with my basket of mushrooms.
When that was done, "Now, remem
ber," he said, "all you .will have to do
will be to tell that same story, and to
answer to the best of your recollection
all question put to.you. If you are care
ful to do that they can't confuse you!"
Abby had fetched my turban, with a
dark veil, which I had to put over my
face before I went, into the street..
There a carriage was waiting.
As we drove it seemed to me there
\yere. more people in the street thaii
usual. and when we reached the jail
there was a dense crowd in front of it
and policemen were striking with their
clubs to make a passage through. But
our carriage drove, as Mr. Dingley'
had done before, around the building
and through the little alley to the back
entrance. Even here some people were
gathered and as I stepped to the pave
ment a woman called out in a shrill
voice, "Ain't that Carlotta Valencia
voice, "Ain inai uanuua vaiBuuu. _„-
Father selMd mo and almost lifted me „beri
up the steps and into the high, coldly
lit hall.
Today, however, it was not empty.
A continuous stream of men, some
them
escorting
Jadiles,^ were hurrying
to the front door, and across the ech
ing flags, and up the stairs. Following
them, we were upon the first balcony Montgomery's face.
and in front of the door which was
kept a-swing by the people going in.
Father stopped and said something to
a policeman who seemed to be on guard
in the hall. He pointed at a door next
to the one which wa3 so constantly
opening and shutting.
"This way," father said, and I found
myself, much to my surprise, not }n a
crowded court room, but in a small box
of a place, hardly large enough to hold
the six chaits that furnished it, and
with only one other person in it be
sides ourselves. "This is the witness
room father explained. "We await
our summons here."
I took one of the six chairs. The
room was a dreary little place, with a
high,:dingy celling, one small window,
placed far up the wall, and a small air
tight stove with no fire in ,it. I looked
at tjie one other occupant with a great
er interest, now that I knew that he
-nust be a witness. He was a dark,
lick, Mexican-looking man, who dan
gled his hat nervously from his fingers
and kept glancing at the dbor. Pres
ently it opened, a policeman put his
head in and said, "Witness Manuel
Gora." The Mexican jumped and shuf
fled hastily out. Father tot*c the Alta
sat trying to make out the pattern in
the old carpet at my feet.
I had distinguished a dead looking
rose and some faded sunflowers when
I heard the click of the door, and a
waft of pprfume touched the stale air
and made It like a garden. I looked up.
There she stood in the doorway, the
Spanish woman.
She waa all in black, her face wax
like, a little black hat on her wonder
ful golden-red hair, and in her breast
a tuberose. It was the intoxicating
sweetness of that which had breathed
upon me
flrBt,
and.now kept on breath­
ing on me, while she watched me
through her eyelashes. From sheer
fright I kept looking at her— I couldn't
help it—until I felt father's hand touch
mine. That seemed to break the spell.
I looked down at the carpet again and
felt the color rushing to my face. I
heard the rustle of her dress, a soft,
silky, Indefinite sound. She had come
forward into the room, had taken one
of the chairs, I knew—I heard the sub
siding of her draperies—and then I
felt her watching me. Her presence
was like a great light in a closet. It
was oppressive. I began to breathe
quickly, and the odor of her flower
was making my head, ache.
I heard the crackle of father's paper
as he rolled it then his voice, low and
speaking close to me, "Mr. Dingley
said you were to called after Gora.
We would better go into the court now
so as not to ba hurried."
Somehow I had'a fancy he would npt
have suggested our going into court so
soon if the Spanish woman had not
some into the witness room. I followed
him down the hall, not daring to turn
my head, though I thought I heard
the door open again after we had
closed it, and then the rustle of her
dress but it did not seem to be follow
ing us, but to grow fainter, ap if she
had turned in another direction.
We joined the crowd of people has
tening toward the swinging door. As
we came up to it I heard from within
a high-lifted resonant voice that I
thought I recognized as Mr. Dingley's
speaking with pauses and rising in
flections .as if addressing an audience.
It ceased just as we entered the court.
The room was large, though not
nearly as 'large as I had imagined and
quite cheerful in color. I had an im
pression of yellowish pine walls and
plenty of light, a continuous though not
loud murmur of voices and the inces
sant flutter of the movement of a
crowd. There were no serried ranks of
judges and barristers in black gowns,
indeed at first sight my confused eyes
saw nothing but the crowd. And such
awell-dressed, holiday looking gather
ing! I saw. girls whom I knew, their
gowns piakirig fright spots of color
among the men's dark coats. It looked
more like an afternoon concert than
a trial. Every place seemed to be
taken, and men and women, standing
up, lined the walls. But a police officer
said seats had toeen reserved for us,
and led us to two on the side aisle near
the front, and quite under the shadow
of the balcony. Once I had sat down
among the crowd I ceased to notice
and began to take in what was direct
ly before me.
At that end of the room which we
were facing was a platform, railed off,
and op it a great high desk, at which
a rather undersized man sat, leaning
his head on a beautiful white plump
hand, and looking up at the ceiling as
if he were thinking. His face was
round, fair and unllned, and hq,d it not
been for his mop of grizzled hair I
would have thought him quite young.
"That is Judge Kelland, who tries
the case," father whispered.
I felt a wonder that he should seem
so uninterested in what was going ok
In front of his desk, but below the plat
form, a man was writing at a little
table coveted with papers and in
front of this again was another table,
larger and quite long, at which a num
ber of men were sitting. Nearest -us
Mr. Dingley sat with another gentle
man, small, slim and very calm look
ing. They had their heads together,
evidently talking and next to them
was a young man who seemed to be
making jottings in a note-book. Beyond
him I could make out no more than
vague heads and elbows, on account of
the movement of the crowd. To the
right of this long table and on aline
with our places was something I rec
ognized as the jury box, the heads of
some of the men in it showing quaintly
over the high side.
From one thing to another my eyes
traveled hastily, taking them in un
consciously, for the. one figure I was
looking for—that I had expected to
see before all others, standing' up in
the prisoner's dock, the centering
point for all eyes—I could not find. The
only thing that might have been a pris
oner's dock, a small railed inclosure
on the right, hand of the judge's desk,
was empty. But presently there was a
shift in the restless gathering, somo
people, who had been standing up, sat
lm1
space
J°^e
iicq uoou.j .seeming to come from nowhere, began
California from his coat pocket, and calling out something which I couldn't
understand ,and the Mexican I had
jf
Sjjte
Sm
.,,0,^
of
th
n0
le&ned forwartl and
one
was sitting, and then the broad back
of a man. who had shifted in his chair
as if to face the person next to him.
In a moment he had turned back again
there, in thrj
through the crowd—a pro­
file like a picture in a frame—I saw
start it gave me may have been
pure astonishment, I saw it so sud
denly and it looked so different. All
the dishevelment, the defiance and
anger were gone. His black hair was
brushed down, smooth and burnished
as a crow's breast. The stock and the
great black satin bow beneath his
chin were as immaculate and as per
fectly arranged as father's, and his
face itself was calm, almost sweet in
expression.
I had been expecting to find a pris
oner in a dock, and here he was,
dresed like any other distinguished
young gentleman In the court room,
and sitting among the lawyers. All at
once he put up his hand to push back
his hair and I saw that his hands were
free. I felt a sense of unspeakable re
lief, as if he had already been acquit
ted. The only thing that seemed to set
him apart from others w*s that expres
sion of his, which was troubling in it3
very sweetness, as if he were not try
ing to combat or oppose anything as
if he had foreseen to the end what
would happen," and had given himself
up from the first.
1
Then a voice, high and sing-song.
iir'T'Tfrhrf
seen in the witness room rose from
the crowd and shuffled into the little
railed inclosure. The gentleman who
was sitting with Mr. Dingley got up
and began asking questions In a weary
monotonous voice, to which the Mexi
can replied that his nam® was Manuel
Gora, that he was a Mexican by birth
and by occupation a barkeeper that
at present he was without employ
ment, but that previous to the seventh
of May he had for ten years been in.
the employment of Martin Rood.
I could hear the stir all over the
court room, and my own heart began to
beat.
"Ah!" The gentleman who was on
his feet seemed to shake off his apathy
and grew very emphatic, "Now, Mr.
Gora—on the night of May the sixth
where were you?"
The man answered in a low voice
that all that night he had been in Mr.
Rood's gambling house.
"Go on, tell us and the gentlemen
of the jury all that you remember of
the occurrences of that night and of
the morning of the seventh until six
thirty o'clock."
When the Mexican began speaking
all the rustle died out in the court, and
in the deep Bilence his precise, minc
ing utterance made every word dis
tinct. He had gone on duty at six
thirty o'clock, he said the hall had
closed at eleven, It being Sunday night,
and at that hour Mr. Rood had not yet
come home. He had locked the doors
and sat up until two. Then Mr. Rood
came, and went immediately to bed.
Here the lawyer interrupted, "Do I
understand you that Mr. Rood lived
at the gambling hall?"
No, the man said, but he had rooms
upstairs which he often used. After
Mr. Rood had retired he had himself
gone to his own room, which was also
upstalrB, but in the back of the house.
He was not yet asleep when he heard
the "bell at the side door ring. "And
then," the Mexican said, "I went to
Mr. Rood's door and asked him if I
should go down BtairB. Mr. Rood said
•No,' and then he said, 'Curse him, no,
I won't let him in.' But after the iell
had rung' three, times more, he called
me and said. 'Go down, Manuel, let him
In. I will come down in a few minutes.'
"After that I went down and let In
Mr. Montgomery."
"One moment, Mr. Gora." The law
yer who was standing had raised his
hand. "Was there anything in Mr.
Rood's manner which led you to sup
pose he had feared a visit from Mr.
Montgomery?"
The man who had been sitting next
the prisoner was on his feet. "Object,
your Honor, to the form of the ques
tion, as being—" He mumbled the rest
I couldn't get a word, of It.
The judge brought his eyes down
from the celling, looked at the man
who*was calling out to him then said
in a conversational voice: "Objection
sustained." Then looking at the other
man, "Change the form of the ques
tion."
"Father," I whispered, "that man
who just now objected, isn't he Mr.
Jackson? Hasn't he been at the house
to dinner?"
"Yes, and one of the best fawyers
in the city but he is defending Mont
gomery, am sorry."
"Did Mr. Rood," the first lawyer be
gan again, "show surprise when you
told him there was some one at the
door?"
"No, sir." The man hesitated. "He
was angry."
Mr. Dingley's lawyer looked tri
umphantly at the lawyer for the de
fense then heagain turned to the wit
ness. "Had you ever seen the person
you let in before?"
"Very often. He came a great deal to
play."
"Can you point him out?"
The Mexican peered at the crowd.
"He is sitting the third from the end
of the table."
There was a sigh that seemed to
come from the whole court room. I
tried* to get a glimpse of Johnny Mont
gomery's face, but too many people
were standing up, and moving chairs,
and when the flutter subsided a- little
I was able to catch the witness' voice
goine on.
"Then I brought them some drinks,
and Mr. Rood told me to go to ,bed.
They were left alone down there wh6n
I had gone upstairs. I went to sleep. I
was waked up in the early morning
by quarreling voices, and before I was
wide-awake I heard a pistol shot. Iran
down the stairs and out into the back
of the house, as I do when there Is
trouble, and wait until I think it is
over. Then, after listening a while,
everything perfectly quiet, I go ont Into
the bar where I left them and it waB
empty but on the floor I see a pistol
I look at it and it Is discharged then I
go into the other rooms, no one. Then I,
hear the crowd crying, I look out the
door—there I see him!"
It seemed to me I couldnt bear to
hear any more, and I stopped my ears
until I saw the lawyer for the prosecu
tion sit down. But as Boon as he was
down the lawyer for the defense was
on his feet, and had begun asking a
lot of questions that seemed to me
very foolish, and very little concerned
with Johnny Montgomery. Then, with
out seeming to have made any point,
at all, Mr. Jackson sat down the Mex
ican came down from the witness stand
the judge left his place -and went out
through a door at the back, and a man
who had been hovering on the out
skirts of the lawyers' table, hurried to
Mr. Dingley and whispered something
to him. Instead of coming over to
speak with us, Mr. Dingley went has
tily out of the room. Father left me to
speak with a man on tn» other side of
the court and, among all the standing
and walking and going out, Johnny
Montgomery and* I were the only ones
who sat quite still.
As yet I saw him in profile. He~ was
leaning forward, his elbows on the
table now and then he ran his fingers
through his hair. Once I thought he
was going to drop his head in his
hands but after an instant's drooping
he threw it tip sharply with a sort of
shake that tossed the long locks out of
his eyes, and faced around in his chair
and saw me. He didn't seem surprised
at finding me there. I couldn't he sure
that he had not known just where I
was all the while but though he looked
at me so steadily it was not, somehow,
like a stare. He did not look at me
quite as if I were a human being, but
as if I were a statue or a picture. He
was the one who turned away. Then
I sat looking at the back of his head.
There was a murmur of talk all
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TUESDAY, October 11, 1910
through the room, hut above it all
heard two men behind me greeting
each other. J1
One said, "Well, what's the game?
Is she a stricken widow or a hopeful
fiancee?"
"A little of both, I guess," the othei
answered. "She's been pretty good tq
Rood—ten years—but he was getting.'
gray and fat, and the fair Carlotta her'
self Is nearing the age when a woman ,.~v
begins to yearn for beauty and youth,
There's one thing I will say for hen
though, she seems to be hard hit. 1,
never saw the man Carlotta wouldf
turn her little finger over for before, A
and she's going in for acquittal with,*
all she's
got"
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"It's scandalous, that's what it Is!'*'
I heard the first speaker bring down
his fist on his open palm.
"Oh, I don't know,' 'the other said. V,
think It's pretty decent of her, and
she may manage it. Great Is Carlotta!"
They moved away, and I sat still,
staring stupidly at the back of Johnny.
Montgomery's head. The cool callous
tones of the men.knocked on my heart,
like blows. I was amazed at the fa-1
miliar way they spoke of the Spanish $
woman, in spite of all her dignity,
and commanding beanty but to hear
them speaking of Johnny Montgomery
as if he belonged to her was intoler
able. It was ridiculous! Of course !t
might be that she was interested in
his case, might even be in love with
him but that he should care for her
I was so unnerved that I didn't no*
tice father's reappearance until he
leaned over and touched my arm.
"You will probably he called next,"'
he said. Then, he must have felt me
trembling and supposed it to be ner-!
vousness. "Remember, for the honor*
of the family," he whispered, smiling.
The lawyers and the men who had
been waiting were all coming back to
their places and then Mr. Dingley!
hurlred In, and down the aisle.
I got up very slowly. I couldn't resist
sending one glance toward where
Johnny Montgomery was sitting, and
as I did so he turned his head. It waa
the same quiet gaze he had given mt
before. It must have been only mj
fancy that saw something wistful in It
but I hated to go. I felt as If I wer
leaving him alone in the hands of hii
enemies. It seemed impossible for m«
to remember that of all those enemlet
he had I was the very worst.
(To be Continued.)
ELDON.
H. G. Germer is visiting in Virginia
his old home.
Chas. Millington of Trenton, Mo.,
who was injured in t^ie big wreck on
the Rock Island some time ago was in
the city this week.
Hurless Hughes is visiting in St.
Louis and other points.
Postmaster Roland notifies the pat
rons that mail deposited in the office
up to 9 p. m. will be sent out on the
night trains.
A. L. Kile of Oklahoma is visiting
his old friends around and in Eldon.
Chas. Creamer shipped two cars of.
hogs to the Morrell packing plant at!
Ottumwa.
Floyd Crawfdrd of Libertyvllle has
mpved to Eldon.
At the Catholic church nijct Sunday 1
a mission will begin. All are Invited and
the services will be interesting.
Next Tuesday the "Bacon" .special
on the Rock Island will stop off oyer
night. It will arrived at
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fa9
ta
where we were.
"My dear Fred," he began and t^en
I couldn't hear any more, because ha
pulled father by the arm until the*
stood a little farther off from me#
where they talked very earnestly foi
some moments. Father looked perfect*
ly disgusted.
"Next time, be very sure before yofl
order our presence in court," hef said
as he came back to his chair. "I an
capable of great disagreeableness, ai
you know."
Mr. Dingley smiled and rubbed hii
hands, and said these little unexpected
things would turn up. Then, as th
judge was coming into the room, hfl
hastened back into his place. Father
threw his coat over his arm and said,
"Come along, Ellie."
"What is the matter?" I asked
"Oh, one of their infernal technical'
hitches. After Insisting on your pres
ence this morning, your testimony „ig
not required."
4:4S
p. m. and
should have a big crowd to see It, as1
it will be very interesting'.
There will be a democratic rally lm
Eldon Monday evening and Seneca:
Cornell and J. F. Webber of Ottumwa
will be In attendance.
The children of Mrs. Rebekah
Creamer surprised her on her 68th I
birthday last Tuesday and brought I
with them plenty of refreshments and
made a gala day for all concerned.]
She is the widow of Richard Cremer.
Co 3d Iowa Cavalry. She le living
in her home on Church and Eighth
streets, Eldon.
Rev. Elmer Gault, brother of Mrs. J.
H. Skiles of the CongregaJttanaX ohurp^
and he and his family will be their
guests over Sunday he -will fill the
pulpit Sunday.
James Rogers of Salt Creek town
ship Davis county, died Thursday
night and was buried in Money ceme
tery yesterday. He was a nephew, of
J. C. Rogers of Eldon.
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EDDYVILLE.
Abe Stuber went to Belvllle, Kans.,
Wednesday for a visit with his son
Geo. Stuber.
Hugo Selfert is in Des Moines and
Chicago
thlB
week purchasing his
fall stock of goods.
The members of the league and M.
E. church held a reception Wednesday
evening at the parsonage for the new
minister, and his wife, Rev. and Mrs.
Cochran.
A large number of the Hollanders
who have recently moved to the vi
cinity of Eddyville were in Pella to be
present at the home eomlng which was
observed this week In Pella.
Lawrence Cawley, Epple Nylie, Mrs.
Grace Selfert, John Lafferty and Dr.
Eppie McOrea w,ere Ottumwa passen
gers Wednesday.
Miss Sadie Walthall who has been,
ill for some time was-taken to the
hospital In Ottumwa Wednesday.
Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Gray have gone
to Excelsior Springs for the benefit of
Mr. Gray's health.
Chas. Tennant Is enjoying a visit
from his mother Mrs. Tenant of Des
Molens.
John Davis of Albla visited friends
In Eddyville Wednesday.
Wilbur Hall, Carl Mayer, Arthur
Gray and Chas. JohnoSn went to
Pella Thursday In Mr. Gray's auto.
Pickerell and Oden have purchased
the brick building on West Main street
owned by W. S. Shlnn and at present
occupied by Pickerell and Odem Hdw. I
store.
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