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CHAPTER I.
On a Charga of Murdar.
HAT’S the . charge, lleuten
out?”
“Murder.”
Inspector Raoicombe, In
charge of the central office of New
York's police department, gave the
prisoner before him « seeoud and more
searching glunce.
The prlsouer straightened his well
formed shoulders as he returned the
glance. lie stood with a pair of thin
and soiled hands clasped before him.
There was a glint of steel at the wrist*,
the sleeves of Ills cout only partly hid
lug the manacles that shamed him.
His clothes were those of a hoy from
the country, anti ho wore them awk-
wardly In the bright, sunny room of
the chief of the city's detectives, where
everything wns spick and span twid the
the prisoner- He stopped directly be-
fore him and fastened bis eye* on
Montgomery’s as If to hypnotise him.
The prisoner returned the gase, his
pupils dilating as fear crept Into his
heart.—a fear that he could not define,
lie had not slept In thlrty-slz hours,
and he had not eaten In twenty-four.
He felt as If bis body were swaying,
but tlio clear, searching eyes so close
to Ids-Seemed to hold him to bis heels.
Suddenly the eyes of the ezpert were
withdrawn, and Montgomery regained
control of Ids senses. He saw the man
hack at his desk and writing. lie was
putting Into the record the color of the
prisoner's eyes, a description of their
shape nud of whatever peculiarities he
hud discovered in them.
In his weak and exhausted condition
Montgomery was eusily bewildered.
He was In n 'Strife of mild stupefaction
ns the man with the measuring lustra
M . I»rl'
attended ^Upt<
.liaaat. Tp*»« JtlS
Jfg-
r-i!'
'J’he Times man
meeting of. the Northeast I’exas
Press Association, held at Green
ville last Friday. That town has
a live, wide-awake Commercial
Club, and their hospitality is un
surpassed.
am
While discussing an article
published in last week's Times,
concerning a family of twenty-
eight children, Dr. Steve Grant
informed us that in 1H98 99
there lived on his father’s place
near Rugby, a family by the
name ot Allmon. Mrs Alhnon
was the oldest of a family of
twenty-ijine children. Her fath-
er had been married twice; thir-
teen were born to him by his
first wife, and sixteen by the
second one.
meat's tailoring contractor.
Uanscouibc, n man beyond the half
century murk, short and ut times bru-
tal In his speech, bis heavy Jaw and
bristling white mustache suggesting
teut ferocity, felt n little twinge at
heart as he told himself that this
youth bore none of the marks of the
born criminal.
“What's your name, boy?”, he asked
sharply.
“James Montgomery,” was the an-
swer,, huskily given.
“How old are you?”
"Twenty-one.”
"Guilty?”
Montgomery shook his bead ns Ids
lips trembled nnd the denial of guilt re-
fused to leave them.
The Inspector turned to the detective
lieutenant In charge of the prisoner.
"What is it, Keurney,” he naked—“a
street quarrel?”
“No. sir; bank watchman killed.
He's a yegg."
“A yegg!”
“Yes, sir. The West Side National
bank was blown last niglit. The
Cross Roads Notes
Li
m.
Most of our farmers have
been plowing some the last few
day 8. „
Bob Johnson and wife spent
Friday night with Mfs. Minnie
Bryant.
Miss Iona House of Milton has
been visiting her aunt, ' Miss
Emma House.
Mr. and Mrs. Please Denni-
son of Milton, visited her par-
ents Sunday.
Miss Audie Williams visited
friends and relatives near Lone
Oak and Milton last week.
Alva and Henry Wilson and
families of near Lone Oak and
Milton, visited the homes of
Dick and John Pomroy last
week.
Houston and Hugh, the
five-year-old twin ^boys of Bill
Pomroy, who have been ill with
pneumonia and diptheria are im
proving.
Mr. Smith and family of near
Clardy.have moved into our com-
in unity. We we glad to have
them. Also Jno. Bennett of
Pattonville.
Miss Oma Pomroy, who lias
been staying with her grand-
parents, Mr. and Mrs. J. A.
Pomroy, has returned home af-
ter spending a few days with her
parents, Mr. and Mrs. Bazz
K- Pomroy.
Our school is
progressing
nicely. Miss Lena King is teach
er. Have several
new pupils
since Christmas.
Daisy.
Real Estate Transfers
J. M. Jackson et ox to Not 1
Terrell, 1 by 45 poles, L. Rob-
erta survey;$20.
M. E. Church, Deport, to S. E.
Hutchison, 15 by 165 feet, De-
port; $125.
For Sale
Or trade, a four room bunga-
low, comparatively new; one
acre of ground, cistern, storm-
house and barn. Located with-
in two blocks of schools and
churches. Harris Day.
uniforms of the office staff us trim find | meats agnln began work. Soon the
fresh as though Just from the depart-1 expert's voire wus droning out more
measurements. The length of the nose
at the bridge, Its projection at the high-
est iioiut and ot the nostrils, the height
and width and peculiarities of the fore-
head,, the shape of the chin, the nature
of the-setting nnd filling of the teeth,
their number and condition, the shape
of the lobe of the right eur and Its bor-
der, the color of the hair and. Its con-'
dltion were all placed In the record
that would make James Montgomery
u marked niau and easy police prey for
the res.t of his life.
Kenruey unlocked the handcuffs.
"Take oflf your clothes.” he ordered.
The naked lad wns placed on the
scales nnd.his weight taken. The left
foot_ and tho little finger of the left
hand were measured. The two experts
then examined every square Inch of
the prisoner's body and made note of
every mark, mole, scar and cutaneous
peculiarity.
As Montgomery feebly straggled
buck Into bis home fashioned under-
wear and poorly fitting suit of clothes
the Bertlllon men studied him careful-.
I.v nnd keenly, ns If they were two con-
noisseurs at n county'fair passing jipon
an especially Interesting steer. They
were seeking material to fill In that
part of the record carrying the title line
“Peculiarities'of Habit and Action.”
They conferred In whispers and de-
cided that the prisoner belonged to tbe
“dopey” class. He was of good frame,
but appeared listless and wwik. They
were not medical men, and they could
not know that malnutrition was the
cause of the-lad's feebleness and that
misery of soul bad seut Ids manhood
reeling-over the ropes.
The prisoner wus led to a desk on
which was n long, white form ruled
Into twelve rectangles. A Bertlllon
man caught Ills wrists nnd pressed his
lingers down upon a marble slab cov-
ered with printer’s Ink. The prints of
nil tbe fingers of each linnd were mnde
In the record, and then prints of the
first Joints of the four fingers were
made In other rectangles. A pen was
handed the prisoner, nnd lie wns made
to sign Ills inline to the sheet of paper.
As lie lifted the |ieu from the paper tbe
Bertlllon tnnu grasped his right fore-
finger and made a rfrpiirnte record of
It Just under The iisine.
The police no longer depended on the
name or rnfiini cnaractensncs as S
mentis of Identifying the prisoner. The
name James Montgomery meant little
If anything now. But the little whorls.
“Islands." parabolas and “breaks”
Bhowiug In the finger prints* In that
record forever tagged their man. He
might grow old and feeble and so
chauge his nppearance that even bis
own brother would knuw him not. but
the Auger prints would never change,
and no other human borti on earth
would have the same little circles In
the skin which nature so wonderfully
nnd strangely twists In separate de-
signs for each of the human species.
‘The police record of James Mont-
gomery’ went into the files and his pic-
tures Into the gallery of rogues.
Kearney took bis man back to the
wheezy elevator and below to the main
floor. A abort flight of winding atalrs
took them to tho basement nnd a little
prison jenown ns “the barrel.” This
-cramped and dark place would hold
Montgomery until lie wns arraigned
liefore a magistrate nnd the slow proc-
ess of mnrchlng through the courts to
prison or liberty was begun. line, be-
neath the level of the street, be could
send no word to lawyer or friend, and
he was an far removed from the sav-
ing benefits of the hsbeas corpus ns If
bo were existing before the signing of
Mngna Charts.
I'eudlng Ills nrrnlgnraent In court
this citizen of the United States wns
without one single trace of considera-
tion by the'law which was written for
his protection.
It was noon the next morning when
Montgomery groped about his little
black cell and found an Iron shelf
hinged to one of Its walls. He threw
himself on a dirty, twisted blanket, his
body worn out and his mind n blank.
Ills stomach called for food, but he
dared not ask for any. The lunch
bpur tramping of feet above lulled him
Into oblivion. His tired eyes closed,
and be slept <
A voice, sounding very faintly at
firsts,but gathering volume until his
ched, awakened him.
thought you vai dead,” be beard
the turnkey aay. “Here, take tbla.
Tbe prisoner dropped his
the Iron pallet's edge and held
hands.
The turnkey had brought him a larrf
tlncup Oiled with beef stew, and t(e
savor of It made the boy’s brain
•The policeman on the
lad.”
this
Watchman was murdered. Three men
did the Job. The policeman on the
beat heard the explosion nnd got this
lad. Tho other two made their get'
away.”
“You got n case hero that won’t fall
down?”
“Yes, sir; It’s a good case.”
The Inspector liesitnted ns If debat-
ing in liis mind whether to put the
boy through an examination. lieuten-
ant Kearney seldom needed aid from
his chief. He was a detective of ex-
perience and one who could safely lie
trusted to cleur up any. case.
Ttiinscombe turned to the pile of doc-
uments on bis desk.
“Tuke him to the Identification de-
partment nml go ahead with the case,”
ho instructed the detective.
The fingers of Kearney’s right hand
gathered up the folds of his prisoner's
sleevo until his grip became vlsellke.
He wheeled nboilt and started for the
corridor, the boy half staggering along
with him.
In the main hall of the building they
took a rattling nnd palsied elevator to
the top floor. Here they entered a
small, dingy room where were scales,
a large tripod with a cninern topping
It and an Iron frame for holding In
INisition the head of the subject to be
photographed.
Tup Identification experts In uniform
took tlie prisoner In lutiid and photo-
graphed him. profile and full face.
Montgomery wna then placed on a
small platform nnd Ills height measure-
ment made One of the experts filled
In an Identification sheet as fhe other
took tlie length of the ptfoouer's art**
and legs, the circumference of " the
trunk at the navel and the lij^a and
the chest measurement. Wljrti a
compass the
tbe base of the
tbe skull was made,
off the length a
ear In 4 droning vqfe*. All the figures
went down In lnk/0n the Identification
blank, a piece of white enrdboerd alx
wide by f^ur In length.
i desk put down hla
chair advancing to
ana nrar.vi
•fool esrsA
tneasuremwQV betweeirj—-*T tl
i none hTk! the base of
nade. J'he expert called
>nd b readth of tbe right
_■ntd. He <MeM it
atoafc it Into tbe stew and ate of It
with little grants of animal aatMatf-
Uou.
Montgomery heard the cell door slam
and the hoy turn In the lock. As the
welcome procees of digestion started
the eta r red. tired lad forget hie sor-
rows and remembered hla miseries no
more In dreamless and refreshing
■lumbar.
Simple aa was the food, and only too
alight for a famished youth. It started
tho blood coursing healthily through
hla veins once more. This second
sleep brought back hla strength, and
tbe fog that had come to hla brain
while ho wea undergoing the strange
hardships of Identification began to
lift. When be wakened again be found
that nature, replenished with fuel, bud
cast off tbe dread loud of despair that
bad settled upon him.
He knew not whether It was day or
night. Uo rubbed hla face briskly, tak-
ing a dry bath and equalising the sur-
face circulation of his blood. Ho threw
out his arms and legs vigorously, re-
moving the kinks In his muscles,
i Through the bars of tbe call he saw
the yellow smear of light and tbe turn-
key sluing beneath It Sthokiug a pipe,
lie was debatiug the advisability of
asking tbe day and hour when tbe
door of .the “barrel” rattled and bis
keeper bestirred himself
A man In uniform was admitted..
Tbe turnkey placed hla pipe In ills
chair and came to Montgomery’s cell.
"(Jet your hat.” he ordered ns he
unlocked the door.
Montgomery groped about for bis
cloth cap, found It nnd stepped out of
tbe cell.
“It's time for tbe lineup,” he wns In-
formed. “They want you upstairs.”
In charge of tbe uniformed man he
made his way up the winding stair-
way and stepped Into the blinding
sunlight which- flooded the assembly
room of the detective bureau. The
room was large and wainscoted high
with racks of pictures—the old rogues’
gallery. In Up* center of the room was
a clump of fifteen men nnd three wo-
men. They made up the police crop
of the night before. Yegg men. bur-
glars, pickpockets,'confidence men and
a black browed Sicilian bomb thrower
were included In the group. The wo
'men, blowsy, frowsy and insolent,
were common thieves.
Montgomery was put In this herd
and told to wait there. Half a dozen
uniformed pollccnion were doing duty
ns doormen.
After a few minutes of anxious,
nerve weutiug delay a door opened and
on the threshold appeared n man In
the garb of a citizen Montgomery
felt the -prisoners about htm turning
In one direction nml he turned and
looked. He saw the man in the door.
There wns something uncanny ubout
bis appearance, nnd he looked more
closely. Tho map's face wns covered
with a black mask. He stepped Into ,
tbe room nud another masked man ap-
peared on-the threshold.
room drew closer.together. There jwus
u snicker of contempt from several of
‘hem nnd a whispered anathema as the
plnlu clothes men gradually began to
crowd tbe room. Montgomery counted
the first nud then the second dozen and
still they came, silently, and showing
hideous black patches where huiiinu
faces should have been.
The detectives |>eered steadily at the
faces nnd forms within the circle,
studying their “1’ecullnrities of Habit
and Action.” The hunters would know
their quarry again when time, came
to break open new leads, but the quar-
ry In flight would not know the faces
of the men after them.
Montgomery's heud was swimming,
and his heart going like a trip hammer
when he was shoved Into a prison van
with tbe ot Iters nml taken to the Jeffer-
son Market |>ollce court In the lower
west side to lie arraigned.
As dismal ns was the Interior of tbe
111 lighted courtroom, the first glimpse
of the black robed magistrate brought
a feeling of relief to Montgomery. He
was In n court of Justice, an Institution
designed for people In tbe very plight
In which he found himself. The Inno-
cent would here find protection, nud
the guilty would receive punishment.
The courts were as much for the peo-
ple as for the police, he thought.
As the line of prisoners edged along
In front of tlie magistrate’s desk he
began to frame the words he would
say lu hla own behalf. Surely lie.
would be given a chance to declare hla
Innocence. ,
At Inst it came his turn. He stepped
upon the little elevation known as tbe
“bridge” nnd looked over the edge of
the magistrate's desk. The magistrate
did not look at the prisoner, hut gave
all his attention to a document placed
before him by a clerk at his- right
hand. lie signed lt-nnd gave It to De-
tective Kearney, who held fnst to -the
sleeve of the accused. The pollcemnn
on duty at the bridge pulled back tbe
prisoner, and Kenrney started off
through the Crowd with him. In his
right hand the detective held tbe docu-
ment committing Montgomery to the
Tombs to awslt an Investigation of the
charge ngnlnst him and on Indictment
by tho grand Jury.
Within a half hour from the time he
stepped upon the bridge with hla pro-
test of innocence ready on his lips
James Montgomery wns In a cell lu
murderers' row In the Tombs.
erooB. now iu
Hsnt. bow to suddenly
•hoot upward the heavy base of hi#
big right baud to tbe chin of a foe
from tbe underworld nnd shock bis
brain with the Jolt and other eeeen-
tlals wblcb be worked oat with dogged
application juid terrific sweat on tbe
wreelllug mats In tbe training room...
After tbla kindergarten training
Kearney went to tbe identification
school, where be w*s taught tbe art of
keeping a fellow human branded with
hla guilt until the day of his death.
At a little desk of tbe name style of
construction that Is used lu the public
schools he sat for days, listening keen
ly to lectures and watching bis Instruc-
tor draw on tbe blackboard human
profiles find sketches of ears and uosee.
Here he developed tbe power of obser-
vation and also strengthened bis mem-
ory.
As Kearuey advauced In his profee
■Ion he became known as a detective
who uever stopped on a trail until he
had cuugbt up with the quarry. After
five yeara be wus made a first grade
lieutenant at headquarters. He had
become a silent, almost sullen, man,
looked up to by those under him and
feared by those over him, who drew
larger salaries, hut who had less capac-
ity aa man hunters.
If nn.v of the sense of humor bad
cotne to Itlin with bis Irish blood Kear-
ney lost It lu early youth with other
boyish pleasures.
Blit Kearney hud one pleasure In life.
This pleasure was his home. It was
not the home of tbe average man of
thirty yeurs, with a contented wife and
growing* children, but it was good
enough for Keurney, for his old mother
kept It spotlessly clean and snug for
him. nud therein, she worehl|>ed her
only son. In n comfortable little flat
In the tower east side mother uud son
lived. She was nil the world to hlfu.
and he wus the apple of her eye.
The day before the trial of James
Montgomery for murder Kenrney start-
ed home after n long .conference with
n young assistant district attorney who
hud been glget) the case for prosecu-
tion. They hud gone over tfic evi-
dence together carefully, and.both had
agreed, with considerable satisfaction,
that the Jury would surely bring- In n
verdict of murder lu the second degree
If It failed to bring In a first degree
'verdict entailing death lu the ehnlr.
Counsel had been appointed by a
Justice In 'lie erlmlnnl division of tfle
supreme court, us Montgomery was
friendless nml itcinilless. An effort had
been made to have this lawyer pleud
guilty to manshiugbter for tlie de-
fendant. The docket was heavy, nml
time anti ex|iensciwould be Snved. For
thus helping out the eouutv. Montgom
er.v would be repaid with a sentence of
fifteen or twenty years. But tile boy’s
couusel reported that his client Insist-
ed on his tmlocence and refused to
plead guilty lo nn.v degree of crime.
Mike Kearney wns satisfied. His evi-
dence was all in shape. lie left the
cracked, dirty, criminal courts build-
ing on Center street njid threaded bis
way Into the lower east side. On Ol-
iver street, close to the old Cherry bill
The prisoners In the center of tl.^^.tlou bu ollllle to n three 8tory brick
rl,““r ........." building that had been n fine residence
CHAPTER 11.
Detective Michael Kearney.
ICHAEL KEARNEY one
of tbe stnr plain -rfcSthes men
of New York._he bad little
InmglnstljMj^nfl the psycho-
logical theories f,f Mnusterberg and
Lombroen did nst interest him. Ilia
life was given to (|„allft/ with the raw
stuff—tbe act i^A-rlmlnnl and the ac-
tual crtme^J^^P.vc shaped a theory.
The dtetyfc-t attorney and his assistants
cou,d Indulge In that after he had
totufca |n tbe evidence.
Rest nay “went on the cope,” As the
department slang has It. when be wea
twenty three years old. Ha had done
two years* work at tba polls to hla elec-
tion precinct, and hla father before
him bad bean a politician. He was
among the tumble but nevertheless efsj plate
Orient and necessary toilers In
rraat political
in the days when Caual street was the
city's northern boundary It bad.been
made over Into flats, and bis home was
on the top floor '
At tbe head of the top flight of stairs
his uiothnr stood waiting for him. She
kissed lilm uud, with a hand on his
arm, escorted hint Into'the kitchen of
the lint. She pulled a chair up to the
kitchen table and bung up bis bet and
coat.
The room wns spotless and had a
wholesome, homely aspect. The only
picture on tbe kltcheu walls—and the
kitchen was alsj> the dining room for
mother nnd sou—was that of tbe Sav-
iour.
At the two open windows a gentle
breeze of the autumn evening mnde
crispy scrim curtains rise, flutter and
full. Keurney Ijlted his clmir back
against the wall nnd sighed bis con-
tent ns he sat In bis shirt sleeves and
glanced about the room. He bad as
yet said nothing.
“Ye’re that solemn. Mike,” protested
bis mother, "that ye'd give n good
fairy tit’ blues. Whnt’s ailin' ye, lad?”
“Nutbln'," be replied. ”1 gotta case
on tomorrow, nud 1 don’t Want to
make a.slip up.”
*‘A big case?" she asked. .
“No. but It's murder.”
“Murder!" she echoed with awe In
her voice.
“The Montgomery • case I told ye
about.”
“Oh, un’ he's only a broth ot a boy!”
“Crooks stnrt young.” .
She spread a clean cloth In the rear
of tbe little, old fashioned house, crept
to the scrim curtains aud darkened
them. ffenrney closed the windows
and lighted the gas Jet over tbe center
of the room.
The mother plated bread and butter,
boiled beef, potatoes nud cabbage on
tlie table, and they sut down for their
evening meal. Mrs. Kearney made the
sign of tbe cross, nnd her son, from
long habit, bowed bis head and touch-
ed his breast In three places.
They were eating In silence when tbe
electric 'bell Iteslde the kitchen door
tingled feebly.
"Who’s that. I wonder?” asked Kear-
A wave of pky flooded the heart of
Mra Kearney as she looked faptn the
pathetic little mother to her big boned,
stolid sou
Kearney's Jgw dropped, and the
knife end fork fell from his hands. He
turned cautiously and took a aly look
at tbe face of the mother of hie qnarry.
He saw that she was a woman of re-
finement aud not of the vigorous, as-
sertive. Independent motherly type of
the east aide. Her dress aud her com-
portment told him that she had come
from tbe country.
“1 would have been here, sooner.” she
explained, “but I lire on the other aide
of the Hudson, you see. near Nyark.
nnd I did not know what had happen-
ed. I thoughl my Jim waa bunting a
Job In the city, aud wbeu 1 did not
“He is innocent, sir,” the frail visitor
pleaded.
bear from him I went Into the village
to ask the advice of some of the friends
of. tny husband, who Is dead these
ninny years. 1 then beard of my boy’g
arrest”
“Why didn't yub go to see his luw-
yer?" asked Kehrney.
“I went to tbe Tombs prison,” she
told him. “and they jwjd It was too
late for me to see mj^Rui. They did
not know the nnme of Ids lawyer, but
one of the keepers felt sorry for me
und told me that you knew all about
the case. He got your uddress for me.”
Mrs. Keurney begun clearing awa7
the dishes.
“He's innocent, sir,” the frail visitor
pleaded eagerly. “He has been my
support since he was a boy of fourteen,
and a better son no woman ever bad.
He knows nothing about crime, Mr.
Kearney. He's Just a conn tip- boy.
His futber was ri good man 'before
him, nnd 1 brought blm up In the-fear
of God. You’ve got a good mother, sir,
and you c-c-c-nn“— 1
“Whgt can-1 do, ma’am?" demanded
Kearney sharply. "I'm the chief wit-
ness for tbe prosecution. 1 gotta do
my duty, hard ns It may be. Tbe law
tells me wbnt I gotta do. uud 1 must
do It If you got witnesses bring ’em
to court In tbe morning ", .
”1 havq several friends In Nyack
who will testify that my boy Is a good
boy ."-she sobbed. "They promised to
come to the courthouse tomorrow."
. (Continued next week.) >
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the ordering and take all the
risk.
Mrs. Frank Fagan informs us
that her brother, N. V. Shuman,
who served three years in Uncle
Sam’s service in the Philippine
Islands, has re enlisted in the
Coast Artillery service. He will
probably be stationed on the Pa-
cific coast.
Sing Sing! Do those two
words call a mental picture to
your mind? If you want to
know the “inside workings” of
one of ■ the greatest 'prisons on
this continent, da not fail to read
our new serial story, “The
Quarry.’’
R. H. Dyer, who .has just re-
turned from a visit to his son in
Franklin County,t informs us
that Dave Shumaker of Panther
Chappel, was killed Wednesday
inner sentinel
Mra. J. A. Faga
•tailing officers.
Public Weigher Harvey re-
port* that to Thursday noon,
278 bales of cotton had been
stored on the cotton yard, 5,892
bales sold. The prices ranged
from 7>4c to 8#c.
Many changes have been in De-
port the past week: Mack Jordan
haa moved to the Gunn place, re-
cently vacated by L. L. Bowen;
J. N. Nixon has moved from the
Woodard property near the Com-
mercial Hotel, to one of the West-
brook houses in East Deport.
Jno. Jordan has moved from the
I. M. Daniels place to his farm
six miles southwest of town
At the regular Meeting of tlie
local I. O. O. F. lodge held Mon-
day evening, the following offic-
ers were elected for the ensuing
term: Jno. McArthur, N. G.;
W S Wimberley, V. G.; Joe
Gratt, Sec’y; W. E. Roberts,
Treas. Tbe meeting night was
changed from Monday night of
each weelc to the second Monday
night in each month. Joe Grant
was elected representative to the
Grand Lodge; J. E. Westbrook,
alternate.
In a difficulty which occurred
last Sunday morning on Briar
Mound in Sulphur bottom, Alex
Watson was shot through the
breast with a Winchester, th£
bullet passing Entirely through
the body, bfu-el.v missing the
heart. Watson'used a shot
gun, but the shot failed to take
effect. Judge Leathers sur-
rendered to the officers and was
placed under a $500 bond. Wat-
son is reported in a serious con-
dition.
A. MOORE, D. V. M.
Veterinary Surgeon
Office. Rickey Wagon Yard
Citizens’ SIS
’Phones
Southwestern 374
Paris, Texas.
E. II. B. STEELE
, Physician and Surgeon
- Nesiilence, Commercial Hotel
Res. ’Phone 105 • Office phone, 146
Oftice at City Drug- Store
DEPORT, TEXAS
Dr. M. C. Andrews
DENTIST
Office in - Phones ip
Postofijce Bill);. Office a»ul Res.
Deport, Texas
DR. S. H. GRANT
General Practice
Office in Post Office Bui Mins'
Phone—Office 41,—Resilience 201
DEPORT,
TEXAS
DR. B. S. GRANT
Physician and Surgeon
Calls Answereil Day or Night
Office Thompson's Drug Store
DEPORT, - Texas
A. P, Park L. T., Hardison
W. F. Moore
Park, Moore & Hardison
LAWYERS
South Side Lamar Ave., i^aris, Tex.
WELLS & CALVIN
Lawyers
Lynch Bulding
PARIS, TEXAS
Chas. W. IOlliott L. V. Ear.sen
M. H. Hau^lm
Elliott, Larsen & Baughn
LAWYERS
Office in Lynch Blil’g. Paris. Texas
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by a_trpe failing u|>on him. He
ney. reaching liehlnd him and pressing phad sawed the tree down and it
fhe hut ton which would opgu the Street
entrance They bad resumed their
meal when thefr~?<inie a light tap at
the 4ooc. _> -**
“CoDi« in,” railed Mrs. Kearney.
Tift door o|iened. The light over-
vfiieHd flooded the frail figure of a woffi
an In black. She wna old and n little
hit of a creature with the frame of a
with the deMghts of antidpetion ije
lifted the cur to hla Ups usd dr^g
mere child. Her clothes were of poor
quality, but were wonderfully neat end
tidy. She wore an old fnnhloned bon-
net trimmed with stiff, white rtochlng.
Her hands wefe ungloved, and they
showed small aud thlu nnd hcnvlly vein-
ed. Her face was very pnle. and In
her faded eyea wna a light of dreadful
anxiety.
“Come In. ma'am, won’t ye. and have
a aentr’ asked Mrs. Kearney, leaving
her chair and going to the visitor.
The little old womau entered and
sat ou tbe edge of e chair offered her.
“Whet can I do for you, ms'a in r
asked Kearney. bMT turning from hla
“ton can do everything for mm. elr.”
she replied, with s quaver, in the sound
split off and hung about eight
feet from the ground. Mr. 8hu
maker attempted to cut a limb
to cause the tree to turn oyer
and fall, and when it did turn a
large limb above struck him on
the head, crushing his skull. He
died instantly.
At a joint installation service
of the local Woodman Camp and
Circle, held Tutesda.v night of
last week, the new officers of the
Woodmen Camp report in a re-
cent issfi: of The Times were in-
stalled.In the circle the following
officers were elected:Mrs.Maude
Baughn,guardian;Mrs. WtU Ma-
son, adviser; Mrs. Zums Lawler,
clerk; Mrs. Joe Grant, banker;
Minnie Lawler, attendant; Mrs.
Will Dickscn, chaplain; Mrs.Lem
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