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I By MRS. M. L. RAYNE J
(Copyright, 1903, by Daily Story Pub. Cos.)
HE had galloped into the little town
of Sunup with a nervous assump
tion of manly excellence and honesty
that commended him to the keen regard
of grizzled valleymen and miners loaf
ing at saloon doors as a newcomer of
some importance, with a justifiable er
rand to draw* him thither. Inside of an
hour he was locked up in jail to prevent
his being lynched. This was due to a
telegram that followed in his wake.
“Joplin, Mo. —Valuable horse stolen
here last night from Leonard & Cos.
Hold any stranger riding such an ani
mal until arrival of deputy. By order
‘Of sheriff,
“HIRAM JACKSON.”
The only lawyer in the little town of
Sunup was the highest official there, and
was interested in the stranger to see that
justice was done according to the legal
code of state law instead of by lynch
ing, as had been the peremptory method
in the case of a “boss thief,” lor which
•crime the law' had not provided an ade
quate punishment, according to popular
views.
Lawyer Denison knew' that the Sunup
jail was not strong enough to resist the
attacks of a mob. Missouri jails seldom
are, for in that state the penal code is
sanctioned by tradition —a strong rope
and short shrift. Since the young law-
3 r er had succeeded to the profession of
his father there had not been a single
case of lynching, for the reason that he
was cool-headed and too progressive to
follow' in the easy-going steps of his
predecessor, who allowed popular opin
ion to decide a case for him, throwing
the obloquy of an unjust verdict on the
shoulders of the people. Andrew Deni
son—the son — made himself respon
sible for the administration of law' and
order. So far he had succeeded even
beyond his own expectations, and now,
in a moment, here was the wild beast
of mob rule growling and showing its
teeth. He did not show' the anxiety he
felt as he hurriedly, but with dignity,
w'ent to call upon his client in the jail.
He found the stranger a young man of
most attractive personality, but he w'as
not banking just then on appearances.
“To begin with,” said the lawyer,
“what is your name?”
“Andrew Denison.”
“What? You did not understand me.
I asked your name.”
“And I gave it. My name is Andrew
Denison.”
“But that is my own name. It would
be a remarkable coincidence if you
should bear the same. If you have
chosen it as an alias I must request you
to find another. It would be embarrass
ing to retain it and cause unnecessary
comment.”
“The name is mine and w r as my fa
ther’s before me,” the prisoner spoke
with conviction, and the law'yer be
lieved him. but the case assumed a new’
aspect. This might be one of his own
kin, and blood is thicker than water,
“You say it was your father’s name—
I had an uncle named Andrew Denison,
who went away from home and was
never heard from. Where did your fam
ily live —in what state?”
The prisoner shrugged his lithe, mus
cular shoulders. “Don’t ask me,” he
said, “I did what my father did —ran
away from home when a mere lad —
but I have never been in trouble until
now'. It is more than likely that the
whole story will come out if I am swung
off at a rope’s end here. I w'ill be the
victim, but it will be a grewsome
thought for you to carry all your life
that one of your own blood was sacri
ficed an innocent man.”
“This is too strange to be true,” mut
tered the lawyer, nervously.
“Stranger facts arc happening every
day. But we are wasting time. I must
get out ®f this accursed hamlet, where
they do not know an honest man when
they see one. I know i have not much
of a case. I bought my horse of a stran
ger when I w'as footsore and weary, ask
ing no questions. I fancy I know an
honest man from a thief.”
His tones were cynical, but w'ith good
reason. The troubled law'yer saw only
one possibility —to liberate him stealth
ily, and give him the disputed horse to
ride over the hills and far away. He
w'as debating this plan in his mind when
the prisoner said:
“Here is a roll of money. Give me
one chance on ray horse’s back for life
FINDS DIAMONDS IN CAVE.
Dislodged Rock on Small Island Near
Jiew Haven, Conn., Reveals Hid
ing Place of Valuable Gem*.
An interesting discovery was made
at the Y. M. C. A. boys’ camp at Mad
ison island, near New Haven, Conn.,
formerly known as Treasure island.
James Wilson, of New Haven, was
climbing some rocks when he dis
lodged one of them. Beneath where
the rock had rested was a cavity, and
in this he discovered a sealed wooden
box. When the box had been opened
a smaller one, sealed in the same man
ner, was found inside. This was
and freedom and I’ll put wings to his
heels. My trusty revolver has been
taken, but I would rather escape with
out bloodshed. I will find a place where
honest men are not accounted rogues,
and will write Vou from that point—re
member. as a namesake, if not a rela
tive, I demand your protection.”
Early the next morning a deputy
sheriff from Joplin put in an appear
ance. He was new to the office, and h®
fairly swelled with official importance,
and puffed his cheeks until he resembled
a cherub in their fatness.
“I'm here to arrest that boss stealing
feller and take the crack roadster of
Leonard & Cos. back to ’em. Lord, what
nerve the thief had to untie that boss in
its stall and ride off with him? In broad
daylight, too, and folks that seen him
thought he w’ere takin’ him out for air
in’. Here’s my orders and credentials
to get the animile and have the feller
taken back to Joplin for atrial —if he
lives to get there,” and he winked at
the crow'd that was gathering and in
creasing every minute.
“Can you describe the man?” asked
Lawyer Denison, stepping to the front.
“N-o-o,” said the deputy, “but I know
the boss, and the feller that rode it is
the thief—he can’t explain that away.”
“Wait a moment, my friend. You are
not judge and jury in this case, and I
have heard the prisoner’s story, that he
bought the horse from a man who was
a stranger to him. He must be given
time to prove that. Meanwhile, can you
identify the horse?”
“Yes. yes. fetch out the horse —he’s
the evidence in this case,” called out an
authoritative voice from the crowd.
“Read a description of the animal
first,” commanded Lawyer Denison, in
cool, curt tones.
“Certes. Here it goes. A red bay,
black mane and tail, white star in his
forehead —high stepper —gets over
ground like a bird.”
“That’s him, an’ he’s a beaut.”
bawled a loafer, who had not seen the
horse or its rider. The heart of Andrew
Denison sank within him. To gain time
he began to badger the deputy.
“You are positive that your descrip
tion of the stolen horse is correct?”
“Sure. Got it from the owner, the
man that raised him from a colt.”
“You are willing to swear that the
horse which is here is the same ani
mal?”
“Sure. That’s what I’m here for —
we've had pointers. Why, the star or
his forehead will be evidence enough
won’t it?”
“Bring out the horse,” ordered ihe
lawyer, turning to the keeper of the
jail. “We will see if the identification
is complete. Keep back” —to the
threatening crowd, “the prisoner has
not yet been proven guilty.”
A murmur of admiration burst on
the air as the proudly stepping horse
was led forth, also a howl of derision and
chagrin. The finely proportioned road
ster was a dingy brown instead of a
bright bay. He had not a white hair
in his coat, and the star in his forehead
was not ever so faintly visible. His
mane and tail were of the same uniform
pale brown, and he gave no evidence of
having been carefully groomed during
the season. His shape was good, and
there was speed in his apparent action
—these were his best points.
“Well. I’ll be hanged,” said the dep
uty, “what kind of a fool’s errand am
I on, anyway? I never saw that horse
in Joplin or anywhere else. You can
give the stranger his nag for all me. I'm
takin’ the next train home myself.”
The prisoner was free. He did not de
lay for thanks or parley, but, mounting
the waiting horse, was off like the wind
A shot was fired after him for luck.
Andrew Denison’s heart throbbed high
with dread and thanksgiving—his
namesake had escaped by a very narrow
margin. A few weeks later he received
a letter from a distant state. It read:
“Lawyer Denison: Your dislike of
lynching bees would have saved my life
even if my own devices had failed. Only
a sure fool like that deputy would have
seen that the horse was doctored —a lit
tle powder had changed bay to brown
and erased the telltale star. I feel cer
tain that you were mind reader enough
to know the truth and humane enough
to save me for relation’s sake. Pardou
the ruse. I have sold the horse for a
goodly sum, which I would gladly send
you, but dare not. My name is not and
never will be —Andrew Denison.”
The lawyer tore the letter into shreds
and cast them to the winds. “Some
thing tells me that I have compounded
a felony.” he said to himself, “but even
so, better that than the death of one
criminal at the hands of Judge Lynch
But. ‘what a goodly outside falsehood
hath!’ ” —Chicago Record-Herald.
opened, and it contained a valuable un
set diamond and a beautiful diamond
bracelet.
There were also in the box some
newspaper clippings concerning the
assassination of President Lincoln and
a paper which announced that if the
directions given thereon were followed
more valuables could be found. Under
the box in the cavity in the rocks were
scattered a number of American coins.
Servia’* Time Up.
The Chicago Daily News remarks
that Bulgaria is thinking of having
a war. Setvia cannot be permitted
to monopolize all the notoriety in the
Balkans. - -
TARIFF ISSUE REVIVED,
Little Likelihood of Relief for tb*
People from Trn*l Price*
and Extortion.
The last congress refused to pass the
bill to reduce the tariff rates on impor
tation from the Philippine islands, and
all the protectionists were in a great
state of glee about It Although the flag
waves over the unfortunate islands,
they are treated by the republican lead
ers as a foreign country. Gov. Taft on
the Fourth of July sent a message to
President Roosevelt in answer to his
Independence day congratulations,
making a plea for concessions in the
Philippine tariff schedules, thus rebuk
ing the republican leaders who have de
termined to “stand pat” on the tariff
issue until after the presidential elec
tion. Now Judge Taft is too wise a poli
tician to make this effort for tariff re
form a leading issue and press the mat
ter on President Roosevelt, unless he
feared the result except the reform of
the tariff was accomplished before the
election of 1904. He knew his message
would receive the widest publicity and
create a public demand for tariff con
cessions to the Philippines, such as con
gress would not dare to ignore.
The republican leaders have been
comforting themselves that all danger
from the tariff agitation was postponed
when the lowa idea was laid to sleep
by Senator Allison, and this fire from
the rear is very disconcerting to them.
If the Philippine tariff issue is opened
FOR THAT EMPTY FEELING USE TREASURY OIL.
(With apologies to a well-known medicine company.—lndianapolis Sentinel.)
up in congress, the democrats will de
mand that trust productions be added
to the free list, or the protection they
now enjoy vastly diminished. A record
vote on such a proposition would be dis
astrous to a number of congressmen
from close districts and would lead to
trouble in some of the western states
where tariff reform and trust control
are demanded by a large percentage of
the republican voters.
Many of the favored monopolies do
not want the tariff, even with the Phil
ippines. touched at all. The> opposed
the reduction of the Porto Rican duties
and are still fighting reciprocity with
Cuba. If the Philippine tariff is abol
ished. it will be under whip and spur,
a procedure by no means desirable to
the republican party on the eve of a
presidential election. There is no doubt
that President Roosevelt, in his mes
c;~~9 to the coming special session of
t * gress. will urge Cuban reciprocity on
that bodv. and he may suggest that the
Philippine tariff be abolished. But will
the republican leaders, the ultra pro
tectionists who control congress, adopt
his recommendations? President
Roosevelt also knows that our home
tariff should be revised, to take from
the trusts the monopoly it now gives
many of them, and thus reduce the price
of trust productions. But will he have
“the nerve” to recommend it? Such a
political move would be vastly popular
with the people, but would be denounced
by the trusts and their accomplices, the
republican politicians. The president s
next message to congress will be scanned
with more than usual interest, and the
action of that body will be watched by
the great majority of the voters with
anxious solicitude to see if any relief
will be granted from trust, extortions.
Congress may be forced to give reci
procity to Cuba and free trade to the
Philippines, but the republican leaders
will not permit the sacred tariff that
robs our own people, to be molested.
They look to the trusts that are making
millions out of tariff protection to lib
erally supply the campaign funds to de
feat the will of the people.
newspaper to insinuate that President
Roosevelt is rated as a statesman
among cowboys and as a cowboy
among statesmen. That’s what a man
gets, though, for achieving a Rough
Rider reputation at the outlay of al
most incalculable strenuosity—St
Louis Republican.
There should be no further dis
placing of honorable and veteran army
officers for Gen. Leonard Wood’s bene
fit until the whole truth is known
about his previous successes as a dis
placer. — N. Y. Sun (rep.)* -
NERVE AND DIPLOMACY.
Rooaevelt and Hay in Their Great
Act of Doins the Stren
uous Strain.
The state department gives out the of
ficial information that the Russian
government refuses to receive the
Kishineff petition on the ground that
Russia considers the persecution of
Jews is concerning her own sovereignty
alone. On the same day Secretary of
State Hay informs an anxious public
that China promises two open ports in
Manchuria and that Russia assents
thereto. This latter concession is sup
posed to offset the slap in the face to
President Roosevelt in refusing to re
ceive the petition of the Jews, which
the president had promised to forward
to the czar, but who now refuses to re
ceive it. Justice David J. Brewer, of the
United States supreme court, in a speech
at Milwaukee on July 15, the day before
.the above events happened, said: “The
eyes of the entire world are upon Presi
dent Roosevelt to see if he has the nerve
(and I want to tell you he has) to send
to the government at St. Petersburg the
Jewish petition of protest against the
atrocities perpetrated at Kishineff.”
The official information that the presi
dent has backed down and accepted
*the promise of China and the assent
of Russia to open two ports in Man
churia,” is decidedly refreshing. Presi
dent Roosevelt may change his mind
and persist in sending the petition for
the unfortunate Jews, but if he does it
will be in defiance of the advice of his
secretary of state, and may bring about
a state of affairs that may lead to war
witn Russia. War would require a vast
deal of “nerve” in all of us, and war
with Russia would be a much more
arduous undertaking than with decrepid
Spain. But what about the compensa
tion we are “promised” in return for
the lack of nerve? Russia has promised
to retire from Manchuria in September,
and in that case the “promise” of China
to open two ports to the trade of the
world might be consummated. But if
Russia does not withdraw her troops,
China cannot keep her promise, and
Russia can easily find an excuse for not
opening the ports. The cables from the
east say that Russia is pouring troops
into Manchuria and evidently preparing
to hold that country at all hazzard.
It appears very much that President
Roosevelt, with “his nerve” and his
secretary of state, with his diplomacy,
had been handed out a gold brick by
China and Russia, and it will be a long
time, if ever, that the door will be open
in Manchuria.
OPINIONS AND POINTERS.
Postal deficit this year, $5,000,-
000; last year, s2,ooo,ooo.—Atlanta
Constitution.
1 Perhaps, if Uncle Mark Hanna
would promise to give just as much to
the campaign, anyhow, there would be
no further effort to foist the vice pres
idential nomination upon him. —The
Commoner.
The great advantage of “reform
within the party” is being illustrated
in the post office scandal. Those who
revealed the existence of the machine
ring, and the irregularities of his pre
decessor, are being “quietly dropped.”
—Delaware Gazette.
Speaking of the situation in the
post office department, the Troy, N. Y.,
Times, a good republican paper, says:
“The republican administration is not
hunting for democrats. It is looking
for rascals.” This is true, of course,
but probably the Times would have
stated the case differently if it had
taken a second thought.—Charleston
News-Courier.
An exchange observes that Sen
ator Allison has sent the “lowa idea”
romping all over the country. This is
because the sage of the republican side
of the senate was called on to doctor
the “idea” too often. People have got
to wondering why it takes an expert
to handle the matter. They ask why a
plain proposition in politics and gov
ernment cannot be considered in a
plain way. Even Brother Allison can
not be expected to forever keep the
“’popular thinking apparatus in the
background.— Cincinnati Enquire*, „
PRETTY FAIR FIDDLER.
Aaecdote Illustrative of the 'Lack off
Kaovrledge of Manic Among
Americana.
**l seriously doubt whether America
will ever become a great music-loving
country,” said a well-known local
musician to a Washington Post re
porter, “for musical events here are not
well patronized, except those of which!
some celebrated artist is the feature,
which leads me to doubt whether the
public goes to hear great music so muchl
as to see and hear a great musician.
Now, this may come from an over-refined
taste, which prevents enjoyment of any
thing but the very best, which is notice
able in the fact that in social life, while
he or she who merely sings or plays ia
tolerated and listened to patronizingly,
there seems to be no real enjoyment of
the effort made. The German is the
genuine music lover, who enjoys music
fairly rendered, and, though no one ap
preciates more greatly the great artist,
he does not demand greatness or noth
ing. But in his own country, and meas
urably here in his saengerbunds, he
listens to his music under conditions
which permit him to enjoy creature
comforts at the same time. He takes
his frau and kinder to the music hall or
beer garden, where, seated around a
table, they sip their beer, eat German,
lunches, and paterfamiliaes puffs his
pipe, drinking in the strains of music
at the same time, each form of enjoy
ment the complement of the others. Of
course, this is not possible among what
v/e customarily call our better class,
which is not in the habit of eating and
drinking in public. An incident bear
ing out partly my theory that it is a
great musician and not the great music
which is demanded occurred when
Kubelik was here a year or two ago.
On my way to the concert I met a friend
who affects musical tastes, but as a
business man does not keep in touch
with musical events, and he had over
looked the rather modest announcement
of Kubelik’s concert.
“ ‘Come with me,’ said I; ‘I am going
to hear some good music.’
“ ‘Where?’ he asked.
“ ‘At the Colombia,’ I replied.
“ ‘Who?’
“ ‘Oh, a young violinist,’ said I, and
seeing that he was not aware of Kube
lik’s arrival I concluded not to enlight
en him, but to get his unbiased judg
ment.
‘‘A little persuasion succeeded, and wo
were soon seated and listening to the
young artist’s marvelous music. I had
purposely neglected to get a programme,
and, remarking my apparent forgetful
ness, said I knew the numbers anyway.
My friend listened patiently, not, per
haps, enjoying it so much himself, as
sympathizing with my enthusiasm, and
after it was over and as we walked down
the street he said:
“ ‘He’s a pretty fair fiddler—not an
artist, but a good fiddler —scarcely in
teresting to one who has heard Ole Bull,
Vleuxtemps, Wilhelmj, Remenyi and
Tsaye. I suppose you know him and feel
interested in him, and he does play well
for a boy, but he does not measure up.
Now, when Kubelik comes —’
“ ‘That was Kubelik,’ said I.”
Veal CntleVi with Herb*.
For six cutlets melt one tablespoon
of butter in a pan; when hot put in cut
lets seasoned with salt, pepper and a
few grains of mace. Turn them often
for about five minutes. Then sprinkle
with a mixture of one tablespoonful of
mushrooms, six sage leaves, and two of
mint and a pinch each of thy me and sum
mer savory, all chopped finely. Let them
brown slightly, turn and sprinkle the
other side, and when done remove to a
hot platter, adding a teaspoonful of
lemon juice and garnishing with slices
of lemon. —American Tribune.
Oat Meal Bread.
One cup rolled oats scalded with two
cups boiling water, let stand till luke
warm, then add one yeast cake in one
cup warm water, one-half cup molasses.
ne teaspoon salt, five cups wheat
flour. It should be as stiff as can be
stirred w T ith spoon. Let rise, then dip
into two bread pans and let it rise
again. Bake in a moderately hot
oven for an hour and a half. —Farm
and Home.
Pineapple Compote.
Pare a nice ripe pineapple and cut
into slices quarter of an inch thicks
With a small round cutter take out the
core. Make a sirup of granulated sugar
and water and when clear let simmer
gently for half an hour, then pour over
the slices of pineapple and let stand for
nearly 24 hours. Then drain the slices,
strain the sirup and boil down until
quite thick. Arrange in the center of a
glass dish and pour the sirup over them.
—Washington Star.
Red Raspberry Ice.
Put one pound of sugar and one quart
of water into a saucepan, boll until a
thick sirup forms, remove from fire and
add juice of three large lemons, one
quart red raspberry juice and freeze.—
Household Ledger.
Oriental Dress Effects.
The fad for oriental effects is in
creasing. Ecru line suits are trimmed
with oriental gimps and galoons, and
even with bits cut out of old oriental
embroideries, the older and more faded
the better. —Detroit Free Press.
Useless.
Of course it is useless to worry;*
but then it is just as useless to tell
the average man that it is useless tiff
worry.—Chicago Daily News,

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