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GALVESTON
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The Two Seamen Pleaded Guilty
and the Five Gamblers
Waived Examination,
Despondency and Homesickness
Responsible for Young Woman
Taking Her Own Life.
THE GAMBLERS
AND THE TRUST
MRS. HENDERSON
SOUGHT DEATH
Granville L. Smith and wife to Mrs. L.
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Candidate for Secretary of State Arrested
for Altering Public Records.
By Associated Press.
Salt Lake City, Utah, Oct. 23.—A special
to the Tribune from Wiser, Idaho, says:
Robert Lansdon, sheriff of Washington
county and candidate on the Republican
ticket for secretary of state, has been
arrested at that place. The warrant
was issued at the instance of the board
of county commisisoners and charges
Lansdon with altering a public record,
while sheriff, to conceal an alleged de»
licit in the funds of the county.
had emerged from the brush, a leopard
sprang into the air five feet from the
ground, with head thrown back and
naws clawing at the thinness of space
with grand free sweeps. The beast
fell with a thud and lay still, dead.-
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I am gettirig'^n in life, and I Know
how to deal with purnovos.”
“Do you know,” she said, after a
little silence, “that I was actually
thinking of warning you against Mr.
Durnovo? Nqw I $tand aghast at my
own presumption.”
“It wag kind of you to give the mat-
ter any thought whatever.”
He rose and threw away the end of
his cigar. Joseph was already before
the door, leading the horse which
Maurice Gordon had placed at his
Visitor’s disposal.
ROYAL BALLOONISTS landed,
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By Associated Press.
New-'Tork, N. Y., Oct. 23.—A Herald
cable dispatch from Milan, Italy, states
that the duchess of Aostaha, who as-
cended in a balloon Sunday morning, ac-
companied by ; the Baron and Baroness
Perrone di Sanmartino, landed safely at
Cassano D’Adda.
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HOW TO CURE A COLD.
The question of how to cure a cold with-
out unnecessary loss of time is one In
which we are all more or less interested,
for the quicker a cold is gotten rid of!
the less the danger of pneumonia, and;
other serious diseases. Mr. W. L. Hall,, of
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figuring on coming down here 1 do not
know.”
A certain Galveston attorney, in dis-
The lifeless body of his wife suspended
in the doorway between the dining room
and parlor was the grewsome sight which
greeted H. D. Henderson when he entered
his home, 4007 Avenue O, shortly after
5 o’clock last evening.
Mrs. Rosa A. Henderson, aged 32 years,
was a native of Boston, reared in Chicago
and came to Galveston with her husband,
who Is a carpenter by trade, the middle
of last January. Despondency, growing
out of her longing to go home to Chi-
cago, is the only caused assigned for her
seeking death in this manner.
Had she but waited a few hours, per-
haps a few minutes, the cause for her
rash act would have been removed, for a
letter came in the afternoon’s mail from
her brother, saying he would send her
money to pay her fare to Chicago. Her
husband had promised her she could go
home Christmas, but she grieved, and in
a moment of despair sought death. When
the husband opened the front door he
found the letter which had been placed
there by the postman.
Tearing a bed sheet into strips, the un-
fortunate wgijian made a rope and, plac-
ing one end around her neck, she made
the other end fast around the transom
and then stepped from a chair.
The body was cold in death when the
grieved husband found it and the tragedy
must have taken place early in the af-
ternoon.
Mr. Henderson said that their married
life had always been happy and that only
when his wife yearned for home did she
become discontended. Yesterday morning
when he left home he said his wife ap-
peared to be in good spirits and he had
never heard her speak of suicide.
Coroner Barry was summoned and aftei
hearing the testimony of the husband
and neighbors, who had been summoned
when the discovery of the body was
made, rendered a verdict in accordance
with the facts as related above.
The funeral will take place this after-
noon. v
The five gamblers arrested Friday night
in the raid of the new joint on the north
side of Postoffice street, between 22d and
23d streets, were arraigned before Re-
corder Royston this morning to answer
to charges of exhibiting gaming tables.
They were represented by counsel and
all the defendants had to do was to
answer to their names. They waived ex-
amination and were bound over to the
criminal district court in $100 bonds each
But the two unfortunate steamship of-
ficers, who were arrested in the raid, were
left to fight their own battle and counsel
for the gamblers did not represent them.
When summoned before the court the
captain and chief engineer of one of the
steamships in port heard the charge read
and pleaded guilty. The court assessed
the minimum fine of $10 in each case,
which, with the costs of court, amounted
to $15.35. The sea men were glad to pay
the money and get away and the first and
perhaps last chapter in the story of the
raid was closed without any exciting
featured.
In connection with the raid, however,
it was learned that this was the first ex-
perience of the skipper in an American
gambling joint and a sad and costly ex-
perience it proved to be. The chief engi-
neer had heard about the new joint and
its elegance^and^had volunteered to pilot
his captain around. When they entered
the place they were amazed at the pretty
fixtures and attractive and alluring gam-
bling devices and fittings and bethought
themselves to see how the apparatus
worked. The two victims went about the
large room inspecting and sampling the
various machines while the five gamblers
stood to their posts smilingly and
sympathetically accepting the coins which
the men of the sea parted with as they
placed a few dimes on this game and
then on that. The silver-mounted red
and black wheel of the roulette social
game hit the fancy of the sea captain
and he contributed a few coppers to this
device. The “Klondike” game struck the
engineer as the most fascinating scheme
for getting rid of easy money and he paid
his respects Jo this feature of the even-
ing’s entertainment.
It has been asserted in no less author-
itative quarters than gambling circles
that the raid Friday night of this new
establishment was planned by the gam-
blers, or more particularly speaking the
“boss,” who, with his associates, rules
over the destiny of the four or five joints
in operation. It has been charged that a
certain well known and influential Hous-
ton gambler proposed opening a joint in
Galveston and had gone so far as to se-
lect a location on Tremont street, be-
tween Mechanic and Market streets. But
the Galveston gambling monopoly con-
trolled by four men most seriously ob-
jected to competition and decided that
the Houston joint must not open up here
and if it does the local trust will fight it
to the finish. It is asserted that the local
'promoters of the innocent sport of re-
lieving homes of bread money decided
raid of one of their
joints would serve as a warning lesson to
the Houston promoters not to open up in
Galveston.
“The* local trust figured a raid would
not cost much,” said a man familiar with
conditions, “and might prove a good in-
vestment. The new joint raided had only
"been open a night or two and was ope-
rated by tried and true men who have
followed the business for years. To think
that such old heads would be so absent
minded as to leave the window wide open
and Invite arrest appears improbable to
say the least. The front and back win-
down were protected to obscure the view
and yet this window opening to the six-
story Trust building, only a few feet
away, where hundreds of people are com-
ing and going all hours of the day, was
left wide open. There is no question but
what the police and the parties who tipped
the police were innocent of any scheme
upon the part bf the gamblers, and they
acted in good faith in pouncing upon the
gamblers and arresting the inmates. But
from what I hear the controllers of the
Galveston gambling octopus were not sur-
prised to hear of the raid. What effect,
if any, this raid has had or will have
upon the Houston promoters who art;
CHAPTER IX.
HOSE who for their sins have
been to Loango will scarcely
care to have its beauties re-
called to memory. And to such
Rs have not visited the spot one can
only earnestly recommend a careful *
avoidance.
Suffice It to say, therefore, that there
Is such a place, and the curious may
find it marked in larger type than it
deserves on the map of Africa, on the
West coast of that country and within
an inch or so of the equator.
“This is not cheery,” Jack Meredith
observed to his servant as they found
themselves deposited on the beach
within a stone’s throw of the French
factory.
“No, sir, not cheery, sir,” replied
Joseph. He was very busy attending
to the landing of their personal effects
and had only time to be respectful. It
was Joseph’s way to do only one thing
at a time, on the principle no doubt
that enough for the moment is the evil
thereof. His manner implied that
When those colored gentlemen had got
the baggage safely conveyed out of the
boats on to the beach it would be time
enough to think about Loango.
It had been arranged by letter that
Jack Meredith should pat up, as his
host expressed it, at the small bunga-
low occupied by Maurice Gordon and
his sister. Gordon was the local head
of a large trading association some-
what after the style of the old East
India company, and his duties partook
more of the glory of a goveffiof th^fi
of the routine of a trader.
Of Maurice Gordon’s past Meredith
fcnew nothing beyond the fact that they
were schoolfellows strangely brought
together again on the deck of a coast-
ing steamer. Maurice Gordon was not
a reserved person, and it was rather
from a lack of opportunity than from
an excess of caution that he allowed
his new found friend to go up the
Ogowe river knowing so little of him-
self—Maurice Gordon of Loango.
On reaching the bungalow Meredith
Was pleasantly surprised. It was pret-
ty and homelike, surrounded by a gar-
den wherein grew a strange profusion
Of homely English vegetables and
tropical flowers.
Joseph happened to be in front, and
as he neared the veranda he suddenly
stopped at the salute; moreover, he be-
gan to wonder in which trunk he had
packed his master’s dress clothes.
An English lady- was coming out of
the drawing room window to paeet the
travelers. She nodded in answer to
the servant’s salutation and passed on
to greet the master..
“My brother has been called away
-.suddenly,” she said. “One of his sub-
agents has been getting into trouble
With the natives. Of course you are
Mr. Meredith?”
“I am,” replied Jack, taking the hand
she held out; it was a small white
hand—small without being frail or
diaphanous. “And you are Miss Gor-
don, I suppose? I am sorry Gordon is
away, but no doubt we shall be able
to find somewhere to put up.”
“You need not do that,” she said
quietly. “This is Africa, you know.
You can quite well stay with us, al-
though Maurice is away until tomor-
row.”
She was tall and fair, with a cer-
tain stateliness of carriage which har-
monized wonderfully with a thought-
■ ful and pale face. She was not exactly
pretty, but gracious and womanly,
with honest blue eyes that looked on
She was prob-
ably twenty-eight years of age; her
manner was that of a woman rather
than that of a girl—of one who was in
life and not on the outskirts.
“We rather pride ourselves,” she
said, leading the way into the draw-
ing room, “upon having the best house
In Loango. You will, I think, be more
comfortable here than anywhere.”
“I see you have all the new books.”
“Yes, we have books and magazines;
but, of course, we live quite out of
the world.”
She paused, leaving the conversation
with him as in the hands of one who
knows his business.
“I,” he said, filling up the pause,
“have hitherto lived in the world—right
In it. There is a lot of dust and com-
motion; the dust gets into people’s eyes
and blinds them; the commotion wears
them out; and perhaps, after all,
Doango is better!”
“I once met a Sir John Meredith,”
Bhe said suddenly.
“My father.”
He paused, drawing in his legs and
apparently studying bls neat brown
boots.
“Should you meet him again,” he
wentjon, “it would not be advisable
C. Bundick survey; $1 and other consid-
eration.
Citizens’ Loan Co. to B. H. Jacobs, lot
12 in block 499; $2826.30.
Ida Jacobs, widow, et al. to John Puppo
et al., lot 12 in block 499, and improve-
ments $4500.
Geo. Bendlxen and wife to Joseph W.
Coward, lot 10 and east half of 11 in block
343, and improvements; $1000.
CHAPTER X.
HE short equatorial twilight was
drawing to an end, and all na-
ture stood in silence, while
night crept up to claim the land
where her reign is more autocratic than
elsewhere on earth. There was a black
night above the trees, and a blacker
beneath.
A sportsman was abroad. He was
creeping up the right band bank of a
stream, his only chance lying in the
noise of the waters which might serve
to deaden the sound, of broken twig or
rustling leaf.
This sportsman was Jack Meredith,
and it was evident that he was bring-
ing to bear upon the matter in hand
that intelligence and keenness of per-
ception which had made him a person
of some prominence in other scenes
- where nature has a less assured place.
Since sunset he had been crawling,
scrambling, stumbling up the bank of
this stream in relentless pursuit of some
large animal which persistently kept
hidden in the tangle across the bed of
the river. The strange part of it was
that when he stopped to peep through
the branches the animal stopped, too,
, and he found no way of discovering its
whereabouts.
Once Meredith was able to decide ap-
proximately the whereabouts of his
prey by the momentary shaking of a
twig. He raised his rifle and covered
that twig steadily; his forefinger play-
ed tentatively on the trigger, but on
second thought he refrained. He was
keenly conscious of the fact that the
beast was doing its work with skill
superior to bis own. In comparison to •
his, its movements were almost noise-
less.
It was terrifically hot and all the
while night was stalking westward on
the summits of the trees with stealthy
tread.
At last he came to an open space
made by a slip of the land Into the bed
of the river, ^ben Jack Meredith
came to this he stepped out of the
thicket and stood ffi ttie open awaiting
the approach of bls stealthy prey. The
sound of its footfall was just percep-
tible, slowly diminishing the distance
that divided them. Then the trees
were parted and a tall, fair man step-
ped forward on to the opposite bank.
Jack Meredith bowed gravely, and
the other sportsman, seeing the ab-
surdity of the situation, burst into
hearty laughter. In a moment or two
he had leaped from rock to rock and
come to Meredith.
“It seems,” he said, “that we have
been wasting a considerable amount of
time.”
“I very nearly wasted powder and
shot,” replied Jack, significantly indi-
cating his rifle.
“I saw you twice and raised my
rifle. Your breeches are just the color
of a young doe. Are you Meredith?
My name is Oscard.”
“Ah! \Yes, I am Meredith,
glad to see you.”
They shook hands. There was a
twinkle in Jack Merediths eyes, but
Oscard was quite grave. His sense of
humor was not very keen, and he was
before all things a sportsman.
“I left the canoes a mile below
Msala and landed to shoot a deer we
saw drinking, but I never saw him
afterward. Then I heard you, and I
have' been stalking you ever since.”
“But I never expected you so soon.
You were not due till—look!” Jack
whispered suddenly.
Oscard turned on his heel, and the
next instant their two rifle^Srang out
through the forest stillness in one
sharp crack. Across the stream, ten
yards behind the spot where Oscard
”1 might have, teen a criminal or .an
escaped embezzler.”
discovered, as most of us do, that the
larger number of the leaves are blank.
He bad almost told her that he was
engaged to be married, and she had
quite understood. There could not pos-
sibly be any misapprehension j there
was no room for one of those little mis-
takes about which people write novels
and fondly hope that some youthful
reader may be carried away by a very
faint resemblance to that which they
hold to be life. Moreover, at thirty one
leaves the first romance of youth be-
hind.
There was something in her smile
that suggested that she did not quite
believe in his cynicism.
“Also,” she said gravely, “some
stronger influence might appear—an in-
fluence which I could not counteract.”
Jack Meredith turned in his long
chair and looked at her searchingly.
“I have a vague idea,” he said, “that
you are thinking of Durnovo.”
“I am,” she admitted, with some
surprise. “I wonder how you knew?
I am afraid of him.”
“I can reassure you on that score,”
said Meredith. “For the next two
years or so Durnovo will be in daily
intercourse with me. He will be under
my immediate eye. I did not antici-
pate much .pleasure from his society,
but now I do.”
“Why?” she asked, rather mystified.
“Because I shall have the daily satis-
faction of knowing that I am relieving
you of an anxiety.”
“It is very kind of you to put it in
that way,” said Jocelyn. “But I
should not like you to sacrifice your-
self to what may be a foolish prejudice
on my part.”
“It is not a foolish prejudice.
Durnovo is not a gentleman, either by
birth or inclination. He is not fit to
associate with you.”
To this Jocelyn answered nothing.
Victor Durnovo was one of her
brother’s closest friends; a friend of
his own choosing.
“Miss Gordon,” said Meredith sud-
denly, with a gravity that was rare,
“will you do me a favor?”
“I think I should like to.”
“You admit that you are afraid of
Durnovo now; if at any time you have
reason to be more afraid, will you
make use of me? Will you write or
come to me and ask my help?”
“Thank you,” she said hesitatingly.
“You see,” he went on in a lighter
tone,” I am not afraid of Durnovo. I
have met Durnovo before. You may
have observed that my locks no longer
resemble the raven’s wing. There is a
little gray, just fiere, above the temple.
“I am afraid,” said the girl, “that my
influftsce is not of much account.”
“Do yoii really believe that?” asked
Meredith, tfirniug upon her With a half
cynical smile.
“Yes,” she answered simply.
fi^forg speaking again he took a pull
at his filgai*.
“Your influence,” he said, “appears
to me to be the making of Maurice
Gordon. I frequently see serious flaws
In the policy of Providence, but I sup-
pose there is wisdom in making the
strongest influence that which Is un-
conscious of its power,”
“I am glad you uflnk I have some
power over him,” said Jocelyn, “but
at the same time it makes me uneasy,
because it only confirms my conviction
that he is very easily led. And sup-
pose my influence, such as it is, was
Withdrawn; suppose that I were to
die, or, what appears to be more likely,
suppose that he should marry.”
“Then let us hope that he will marry
the right person. People sometimes
do, you know.”
She' smiled with a strange little
flicker of the eyelids. They had grown
wonderfully accustomed to each other
during the last three weeks. Here, it
would appear, was one of those friend-
ships between man and woman that
occasionally set the world agog with
curiosity and skepticism. But there
seemed to be no doubt about it. He
Was over thirty, she verging on that
prosaic age. Both had lived and
moved in the world. To both life was
an open book, and they had probably
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care to hear it. We have had a slight
difference of opinion. With me it is
different. I am always glad to hear
about him. I have an Immense respect
for him.”
She listened gravely, with a sym-
pathy that did not attempt to express
itself in words. On such a short ac-
quaintance she had not learned to ex-
pect a certain lightness of conversa-
tional touch which he always assumed
When speaking of himself, as if his
own thoughts and feelings were mat-
ters for ridicule.
“Of course,” he’ went on, “I was in
the wrong. I know that. But it some-
times happens that a man is not in a
position to admit that he is in the
wrong—when, for instance, another
person would suffer by such an ad-
mission.”
“Yes,” answered Jocelyn, “I under-
stand.”
At this moment a servant came in
with lamps and proceeded to close
the windows. She was quite an old
woman—an Englishwoman—and as she
placed the lamps upon the table she
scrutinized the guest after the man-
ner of a privileged servitor. When she
had departed Jack Meredith continued
his narrative with a sort of delibera-
tion which was explained later on.
“And,” he said, “that is why I came
to Africa—that is why I want to make
money. I do not mind confessing to
a low greed of gain, because I think
I have the best motive that a man can
have, for wanting to make money.”
He said this meaningly and watched
her face all the while.
“A motive which any lady ought to
approve of.”
She smiled sympathetically-.
“I approve and I admire your spirit.”
She rose as she spoke and moved
toward a side table, where two lighted
candles had been placed.
“My motive for talking so bare-
facedly about myself,” he said as they
moved toward the door together, “was
to let you know exactly who I am and
why I am here. It was only due to
you on accepting your hospitality. I
might have been a criminal or an es-
caped embezzler. There were two on
board the steamer coming out and
several other shady characters.”
“Yes,” said the girl; “I saw your
motive.”
They were now in the hall, and the
aged servant was waiting to show him
his room.
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“No one knows,” Victor Durnovo
was in the habit of saying, “what is
going on in the middle of Africa.”
And on this principle he acted.
“Ten miles above the camping
ground where we first met,” he had
told Meredith, “you will find a village
Whore I have my headquarters. There
is quite a respectable house there,
with—a—a—woman to look after your
wants. When you have fixed things up
at Loango and have arranged for the
dhows to meet my steamer, take up all
your men to this village—Msala is the
name—and send the boats back. Walt
there till we come.”
In due timis the telegram came, via
St. Paul de Loand, announcing the
fact that Oscard had agreed to join the
expedition and that Durnovo and he
might be expected at Msala in one
month from that time. It was not
without a vague feeling of regret that
Jack Meredith read this telegram. To
be at Msala in a month with forty men
and a vast load of provisions meant
leaving Loango almost at once. And,
strange though it may seem, he had
become somewhat attached to the
dreary west African town. The singu-
lar cosmopolitan society was entirely
new to him; the life, taken as a life,
almost unique. He knew that he had
not outstayed his welcome. Maurice
Gordon had taken care to assure him
of that in his boisterous, hearty man-
ner, savoring more of Harrow than of
Eton, every morning at breakfast
Jack took a seat on the porch and
began to search for his cigar in the
pocket of his jacket. Jocelyn went to
the front of the veranda and watched
her brother mount his horse. When
she came to the back of the veranda
a little later she was thinking about
her brother Maurice, and it never sug-
gested itself .to her that she should
not speak her thoughts to Meredith,
whom she had not seen until three
Weeks ago. She had never spoken of
Maurice behind his back to any man
before.
“Does it ever strike you,” she said to
Jack, “that Maurice is the sort of man
to be led astray by evil influence?”
“Yes, or be led straight by a good in-
fluence, such as yours.”
He did not meet her thoughtful gaze.
He was apparently watching the re-
______„ __ ___________ treating form of the horse through the
to mention mv name. He might not 1 tefigle of flow.Qj. and loaf and tendril.
cussing the gambling situation, said that
it could easily be stamped out in Gal- i
veston.
“Now,” said he. “the simplest and most
effective plan I have ever head of, and
it is not original with me by any means, j
is to station an officer at the foot of the
stairways of each of these joincs with a
note book. .All he has to do is to take
the names of those entering the establish-
ment. These gambling joints are well
known to the police and the city’s legal
department says they can’t break into
the establishments, so why not station
an officer at each joint cm the sidewalk
with a note book. If the city has to go
to extra expense to provide additional
police while using four or five regular
officers on this work there is a private
fund available In Galveston for that pur-
pose.”
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