Galveston Tribune. (Galveston, Tex.), Vol. 31, No. 313, Ed. 1 Saturday, November 25, 1911 Page: 4 of 8
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designed to protect your chin from
freezing in the snowy windy weath-
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warm, light and porous and nothing,!
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sound or stir in the room. The fou®
could hardly believe their ears.
mond drew in his breath with a hisl®
the hunted look in his eyes died awaj®
“Thank God for that!” he exclaime®
The change in old Mr. Emerson wasfl
mo-st pathetic. In the last hour he®
forgotten everything in one supr®
agony. He no longer thought of®
honor of his name, of the threatened®
lapse of a reputation that he had
up in a lifetime, of the old and resp^j
business about to crash down in j®l
His boy, his idolized Wilbur, stood
head of the road to prison! That thd^®
was slowly killing him. And now®
the danger seemed past, tears of tha^B
giving blinded his old eyes.
"Thank God.! Thank God!” he mul
murder under his breath. Tooker rol
and gravely shook his young partner’
hand.
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Banker Cummins Given From 4 Yean
and 4 Months to 8 Years and 8 Months
tty Associated Presa.
New York, Nov. 25.—W. J. Cummins,
the Nashville, Tenn., banker and tha
head of the suspended Carnegie Trust J
company of this city, recently con- fl
victed of the th’eft of $140,000 from I
a tru?t held by the Carnegie company, J
was yesterday sentenced by Justice fl
Davis in the supreme court to an in- j
determinate term in the state prison' j
of four years and eight months to .Jl
eight years and eight months. fl
Raymond sprang hungrily at the yellow]
envelope. '
"Let me see them!” he exclaimed.
"Gentlemen!”--- Old Mr. Emerson
began, but his voice trembled and he
shook his head, murmuring: "I left
everything to yru! I left everything
to you!”
"And we’ll take the responsibility, t '
father!” declared his son, resolutely, fl
"Eh, Tooker? And , you Raymond— W
Cowper? We’re all pledged to protect
him, no matter what comes, eh?” fl|
And here came to the surface one of fl
the strange, inexplicable kinks in ta« V
make-up of the human animal. If
Smith and Jones were placed in a posl- ®
tion where they faced Inevitable death ’
they would probably be resigned; for
the normal man is incapable of fearing
death. It is only the fear that he will n®
be afraid when he mu.st face it. But ®
if Smith were suddenly offered a rescue
that Jones could not possibly accept, ®
Jones would scream and fight against ®
death to the end. It is not supreme
selfishness, because Jones could not
have been rescued in any case. ®
And that was the situation here. ®
Granting immunity to an innocent old
man could not possibly have injured |®
the case of the four gamblers. Indeed, ®
it might have helped them. But not ®
even Tooker showed a favorable coun-
tenance to young Emerson’s plea. If j
he had to go to Atlanta he wanted
everybody else to go.
“I Trusted. You, Emerson.”
"Where are they?” he asked, quietly.
Cowper alone did not seem to share in the
general relief. He had visibly winced
when Emerson announced that he had
the notes.
"Here!” said the young man In replvi
to Tooker’s question, taking a long e®
velope out of his pocket and tossing'®
among the chips and cards in the mid®^
of the table. ^B
"Without them there won’t be sufficle®
evidence against us, I believe. Our ban®
may have a tough time of it, and we m®
have to close the doors for a while
lose most of the millions we’ve won, b^B
they can’t send us to jail!” ®
“We’ll Protect Him.” ®
TERM IN PRISON.
“I shall return every penny of profit
I have made. Let that be understood,”
said the old man gently.
“We won’t discuss that now” <• •• be«
gan Emersojn.
"I trusted you, Emerson! I thought r
you knew what you were doing,” cried <
Raymond, excitedly. The young man
wheeled and faced him, his eyes flash* fe
in.g.
slowly raised
he
“I
up
"And I!” added Cowper, dully. It was
the first syllable he had uttered since he
had taken his seat at the table;-
But Raymond was determined to lash
himself into a rage against some one in
the dread that his terror would break
him down. ,
“I was against branching out from the
start!” he went on.
“Oh, you’re twenty-one!” retorted
Tooker, calmly. “You went in with your
eyes open.”
Before Raymond could break into his
tirade' again, young Emerson put an end
to the fruitless quarrel;
“That’s all a question of the past/
sai<?., “We’rjB dealing with the present
and the future. The point that I want to
make is that we five men have broken the
law. The big financial crowd that con-
trols everything has urged the Federal
Government to stake steps against us,
and, as matters, stand, a long term in
prison stares us in the face unless—a
miracle happens!”
"Miracles don’t happen!” snapped Ray-
mond.. Tooker nodded;
“Never did—except in the Good Book.”
“I Have Those Notes.”
Young Emerson rose, leaned over the
table, and looked at his partners with a
faint smile on his lips.
“Miracles do happen!” he declared,
secured enough money to-day to take
those notes!”
The others stared at him, dumbfounded.
At last his father managed to protest:
"But they’re in the vaults! And if the
Government experts are in possession”
"No, they’re not in the vaults,” replied
Wilbur, quietly. “I took them out of the
■'aults more than an hour before the
Government, expertsj.topk charge.!”
tnetically from one to the other of his
four young partners. Wilbur was still
shuffling the cards with apparent interest.
Cowper sat sideways to the table, star-
ing past the old man’s head toward the
buffet. Raymond and Tooker glanced
quickly about, and the latter drew a deep
breath.
"Well,” he said in a calm but tense
voice, “now we are all here. To keep
up the pleasant fiction, what game are
we playing?”
playing for?” de*
In his effort to
keep his voice steady, he had made it
Playing for Liberty.
"What are we
. manded Raymond.
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ihard and metallic.
W. Young- Emerson slowly raised his
head and looked calmly from face to
face around the table.
”Our liberty,” he said, quietly. Be-
fore the incoherent gasps and exclama-
tions of consternation could turn to de-
mands—even before Raymond could
leap to his feet—he had quieted them
with a gesture.
"Gentlemen, the hand of the Federal
Government is upon us. We’ve gam-
bled and—we’ve lost! Unless we can
get to the experts long enough to de-
stroy’lhe evidence. That must be done.
If not the rest of us, at least my
father’s."
“And why not mine—and Tooker’a—
ind your own?”’ cried Raymond, start-
ing out of his chair.
"Oh, let him go on!” cut in Tooker,
impatiently.
"Hy father did not know what use
we were going to make of his note,”
declared young Emerson, with the
manner of a man who is prepared to
fight for his point. Raymond threw up
his hands in a gesture of despair, and
began walking rapidly about the room.
“I told you that borrowing that enor-
mous sum on our notes was a danger-
ous proceeding!”’ he sputtered, angrily,
the light of terror in his eyes. The
horror of Atlanta was pressing down
on him. “D---d dangerous! I al-
ways”—
Young Emerson’s quiet voice broke
In.
“Could we get it anywhere else?”
“God knows we tried!” exclaimed
Tooker, earnestly.
“I did!” said Emerson.
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know that.”
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authorities have found it out!”
Emerson blurted out abruptly.
His father stared at him dumbly for
space of five seconds, his face
Then he sank heavily
Tooker' stepped over and shook hands
with the older gentleman.
“Good evening, Mr. Emerson,”
said, with his cordial smile.
know you played cards.”
he
“I didn’t
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“He doesn’t,” cut in Wilbur promptly.
“And . he isn’t going to play . to-night.”
Something in the tone made the old
man look at r!~ —
slowly at the other two. Then he drew
himself up and said with quiet dignity:
“Yes.! You gentlemen are directors and
stockholders of the banking concern ®f
which I am president, and this looks to
me like’an informal meeting. I shall take
hand in-Mn any game that, is played
Here to-riightA
Raymond jerked himself forward im
patiently, the inevitable cigar clenched in
his teeth. '
“This is no time for games!” he
snapped nervously. “Rumors -are spread-
ing thick and fast about us.”
“Just the time for a little friendly
game!” interrupted young Emerson calm-
ly. “Never let your enemies see that
you’re too worried to enjoy yourself.”
“Every Movement Watched.”
“Our enemies can’t see us here,” began
Tooker.
“They can—and do,” Emerson cut in
again. “The searchlight of investigation
is turned on us, and every movement we
make is watched.”
Tooker shrugged his shoulders indif-
ferently.
“Shall we
“May as well begin.
Thomas!”
There was a pause in the conversation
as Thomas mixed the drinks, and then
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in vain to make casual:
“Where’s Cowper? Anybody seen hin.
this afternoon?”
“He was at the main offices this morn-
ing,” replied Tooker, as he reached for
the glass. Emerson frowned a moment.
“I’m afraid of Cowpfer?” he declared.
The others started and stared at him
across the table.
“Afraid of him!”
Emerson. “How?”
“He’s been actly queerly these last
few days,” said the young man,
determined to justify his fears. “I don’t
think he’s quite one of us. I'm not
sure he can stand the gaff.”
"What’s he done?” demanded Ray-
His cigar was working like a
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You trusted implicitly to me and !
J’ve 1>ve taken rather an unfair ad-
vantage of you. The note you indorsed
at my request—along with four others
that the rest of us signed—was not used
for exactly the purpose—I—I outlined.”
“I Trust You, My Boy.”
you, my boy,” repeated his
“Whatever you have
the best. 1
mond.
semaphore.
“I don’t know,” replied the young
man, uneasily.
That’s all.”
“G-eorg’e Is All Right.’
“Oh, George is all right!” said Ray-
mond, curtly. And that ended it.
“Well, can’t we begin without him?”
suggested Tooker. Emerson shook his
head.
“Not
ested.”
Tooker nodded indifferently
beckoned the servant over.
“A little less soda, Thomas,
time, and a little more alcohol,” he
ordered, with a smile. “I’m too fat as
it is and one pint of mineral Sslops
does more to tighten a fat man’s vest
than—a gallon of whiskey.”
“It may tighten his vest, but it
doesn’t loosen his tongue.” jerked Ray-
mond. “Vichy for me.”
Tooker grinned (and nodded.
“T see! You -take your
straight. I like a little
mine. Don’t forget
Thomas!” He fingered
chips. “Are we going
him?”
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pull down the blinds and go now.”
No one spoke a word until the cur-
tains had been drawn and Thomas had
noiselessly made his exit. Then old Mr.
Emerson raised nis head and looked oa-
“The Gamblers”
Tooker and Raymond into the room.
The former looked as placid and genial j
and the latter as nervous and fussy
as usual.
“He Doesn’t Play Cards'.”
“Ah! Tooker—Raymond!” exclaimed
young Emerson, smiling a welcome
and shading hands wi.th each in turn.
poison
= antidote in
the Scotch,
his stack of
to wait for
"We must,” replied Emerson.
"Thomas!” he called sharply to the
servant who had gone over to the
window to cut off the view from the
street. “Don’t pull that blind down!”
The others looked at him in surprise.
“Why —ot?” demanded Raymond.
Emerson glanced quickly at each face
in the ring around the table, and,
leaning forward, said In a low voice:
“Because we’re watched!”
CHAPTER IX.
T reachery!
AYMOND half started to his feet,
his lips twitching. Old Mr. Emer-
’ son gripped the edge of the table
and stared at his son with frightened
eyes.
“Watched!” he echoed in a whisper.
Young Emerson indicated the win-
dow with a barely perceptible nod.
“There have been two Secret Service
men over there all day,” he said, coolly,
shuffling and cutting the cards.
“Secret Service men — Government
agents!” repeated hla father, as if he
could not believe the words. Tooker
sat quietly drumming his fingers
the table and watching Emerson’s nim-
ble fingers manipulate the cards. At
last Raymond found his tongue. Z?
“What does this mean, Emerson?” he
demanded, his voice trembling with
anger and terror. The young man
looked up at him calmly.
“You’d better sit down, Raymond,-
and not get excited. I told you we
were being watched. I’ll explain every-
thing when .Cowper comes. In the
meantime, let’s eat, drink and be
merry!”
Raymond dropped into his chair with
a shiver and wet his dry lipa. Then
he turned to Thomas.
“Don’t Get Reckless.”
“You’d better bring me something to
drink. A little Clear Spring—or, no!
Make'' it. White Fountain—no, some
Great Rock.”
Tooker, although he had felt
shock, was the first to recover,
chuckled a little.
“Don’t get reckless and mix those
drinks,” he warned. “Clear Spring-
White Fountain—Great Rock! ' Gee!
What a pousse cafe!”
“Is It your Intention to be personal,
sir?”
“Personal!” grinned Tooker. “Why,
I regard the ostentatious way In which
you have been ordering those mineral
waters as a subtle sneer at my prefer-
ence for alcohol.” He slapped Raymond
on the back and laughed. Then he added
with whimsical seriousness: “I’m only
talking to keep up my courage. God Al-
mighty! If half that I heard to-day is
true—I’m scared to death! Come on,
Emerson, let’s hear the worstf”
Before Wilbur could make any reply to
this last appeal of his partners the door
opened and George Cowper half stumbled
into the room. He had just come from
Darwin’s home, where he had left an
envelope that put the final seal on his
perfidy. ...... •
“Pull Down the Blinds, Now.”
“I beg your pardon—I hope I haven’t
kept you waiting,” he said, nervously, in
a low voice, as he hastened Up to the
table. He shook hands/ with the elder
Mr. Emerson with a hurried “Good even-
ing, Mr. Emerson,” and nodded to his
partners.
“Emerson wouldn’t start till you came,”
commented Tooker.
“Important business—down .town—de-
tained me till nearly—nearly 9 o’clock,”
he explained in the same nervous man-
ner. “I’m really very sorry. Is this
my place?” And he dropped into the.
vacant chair at the table. Emerson
looked at him curiously, but he only said:
“Yes? All right. Thomas,' you can
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the space of
turning white,
into a chair.
“My God, boy!” he gasped in a whis-
per. “That’s a prison offense! A fel-
ony!”
The young man winced slightly at
the word and went on hurriedly.
“There’s no question about
money.
“Then
his father.
“The money is In the banks now and
I have the notes in my pocket, but the
Government experts took possession
just before closing time this afternoon,
and they are bound to find evidence
that we broke the banking laws. I
didn’t have a chance to destroy it-
They won’t find enough to convict, but
it may be enough to hit our chain of
banks an awful smash!” ‘
The old man sat stunned, unable to
say a -word. Just as he was making
an effort to gather himself together
and demand details, Thomas ushered
Tooker and Raymond into the
Cut This Story Out and Keep It. You’ll
Want to Read It Later if Not Now.
“What of These Rumors ?”
“Don’t let him keep you here the whole
evening, father,” she smiled. “There are
lots of young ladies who. are anxious to
dance with you.”
“Am I as old as that?” he asked, smil-
ing back at her.
"You're the youngest member of ths
family!” she declared, with a laugh as she
passed out and closed the door. The old
man’s face turned grave instantly as he
turned to his son.
“What about these rumors, Wilbur—
we re solvent?” he demanded, abruptly.
The young man shrugged his shoulders.
"Solvent? Of course, we are!” he an- ]
swered. “But that isn’t the point. If ]
the Federal Government would only keep
its nose out of our affairs for another
week—for three‘days—we’d hhve those
big fellows beaten at their own game and
on their own ground.”
His father sighed deeply and shook his
head.
“I confess I don’t understand these
modern financial methods—I’m leaving
the matter to you, my boy,” he said,
gravely. “I’m only nominally the presi-
dent. You’re the real head, the moving
spirit of the whole concern.
I’m too old to follow the
played in these days. Banking was
gentleman’s occupation in my day.
it’s—it’s a fight in the dark.”
“Yes, and I have to fight back—also in
the dark, father,” rejoined his son, grim-
ly. He caught a sharp breath. “Father,
you are almost in total ignorance as to
how matters stand with our system to- ’
day.
Emerson asked in a voice that he tried
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GALVESTON TRIBUNE
(RsJabJIshcd 18S0.)
that city than has the costly improve-
^ments placed in Central park, or even
the construction of Riverside drive.
Foreign RepreseiUaihss and Offices
Eastern Representative
DAVID J. RANDALL
1108 Brunswick Bldg.
New York City
GOBBR OF ASSOCIATES PRESS
THE TRIBUNE receives the full day tele- t
graph report of that great news orgamza- I
tion for exclusive afternoon publication in
Galveston.
The son of the kaiser gets a good
strong calling down for having opin-
ions of his own, and he’s a full-grown
man, too.
Majorities are not always right, and
it doesn’t matter whether minorities
are right or not.
Members of the Houston Chamber
of Commerce are coming to Galveston
next Tuesday and will be shown just
how good a town Galveston really is.
They will be most cordially received.
as
excuse
The folks who thought that the jury
of Virginia farmers had been too zeal-
Drinking goat’s milk may be a cure
for drunkenness, but who’s going to
get the drunkard to drink the goat’s
milk?
Everybody has something f<j>r which
to give thanks, but so taany of us
haven’t time to stop and look for it.
itself revolted against any attempt to
lend them an air of cleanliness, and
beautification is apparently looked up-
on gs an impossibility and even the
for their existence, that they
add to the good appearance of the city
is denied them, and their only plea
for existence is that some individuals
want what they purvey, and for the
sake of these few a city is blighted
and its youth prostituted, the moral
standard of the community lowered
and the upward progress of the local-
ity hampered, and it might well be
asked, Does it pay?
the govern-
is swift and
sure action that brooks none of the de-
lays that are common in state courts.
The federal court proceeds with all the
precision and speed of a well-oiled and
carefully adjusted machine, and we
dare say the ends of justice are reach-
ed none the less surely than in
other courts.
Much is being said these days, not
only in Galveston, but throughout the
state, on the matter of civic improve-
ments, and the almost unanimous cho-
rus is that the planting of ornamental
and shade trees is the first step in
whatever plan is to be pursued in
making the city attrative as a resort
for the tourist or a home for the man
seeking a new location.
one dissenting voice be lifted to the
scheme, especially here where the ne-
cessity for a work of protection against
any possible invasion of the gulf wa-
ters demanded the denuding of a large
area of the city of such .trees as had
been-planted on individual volition.
But the beautification of a city is
a matter that goes deeper than the
painting of a house or the planting of
a garden, and those who have given
deepest study to the numerous ramifi-
cations of the subject tell us that a
moral atmosphere is as much a requi-
site to the desired end as might be an
avenue of stately palms or an espla-
nade fringed with the sweet-scented
and ever-blooming oleander. This
may not al once appeal to the aver-
age person, but its truth is more than
an experimental assertion and the
cleaning up of a dozen crime-infested
spots in Ne.w York, it is said, has done
■more to earn the title of beautiful for
NAMING BABIES.
Huntsville Post-Item.
How would it do to number instead
of naming children until they reach an
age when their bodies and minds are
developed and their characteristics dis-
played beyond a doubt? While as a
rule^the present system may work all
right not unoften the names given are
a sort of misfit. It is rather incongru
ous that a hot, quicktempered woman
should bear the name of Patience,
that one tipping the scale at
pounds should be known as Tiny, Lily,
Daisy or Birdie. And so with men. It
makes one smile that some poor crea-
ture who dare not call his soul his own
has such a misfit name as Lycurgus,
that one mentally deficient should go
through the world as Solon, that a
domineering and uncharitable egotist
should be introduced to society as
Abraham Lincoln, and that a George
Washington should be a mean, low-
down derelict. The ancient Jews and
other nations gave names that reflect-
ed some characteristic
In China there is a newspaper one
thousand years old that has never
changed its policy. Maybe that’s the
reason its one thousand years old.
It looks like Maclero ought to be
thankful that Uncle Sam didn’t get
such a tremendous hustle on himself
last summer.
a mans name,
practice cannot well be fol-
lowed in these days, but it might be
well for some parents to show greater
discrimination in the names they give
their children and not weigh them
down through life with absurdity.
or that spoke
of some notable achievement, and not
unoften they changed
Such
He Will Represent Texas at General
M. E. Conference at Minneapolis.
< T A »r>i n ♦ rE
Fort Worth, Tex., Nov. 25.—Rev. J.
F. Boeye of Fort Worth was elected
Texas representative to the general
conference of the M. E. Church at
Minneapolis in May by the Austin
conference in session here yesterday.
Certainly people cannot be made
moral by any set of laws that may be
enacted, but the law can break up the
breeding places of crime, the resorts
where criminals are known to congre-
gate; can drive some of the unsightly
dives and unsanitary tenements off the
prominent streets, where today they
constitute an offense in the eyes of
the visitor which cannot be effaced by
all the beauties of a Broadway gar-
den or a boulevard alive with fleeting
vehicles by day and brilliant with elec-
tric light at night. The police depart-
ments of every city are fully aware of
the resorts for the lawless classes but
so long as a semblance of propriety is
observed they can claim every immu-
nity permitted them by the laws of the
land, and all too frequently this im-
munity is made the cloak behind
which the rights of others and even
the lives of citizens are plotted away
for an expected monetary gain.
Every city is cursed with entirely
too many places whose sole business is
to entice the young and unthinking
into snares which too often mark the
beginning of a ruined life; too many
Influences are permitted to operate
to the downfall of the unsuspecting
visitor' and the town is blamed, oft-
times justly, for not properly safe-
guarding the welfare of those who
came to accept a hospitality and found
a concealed enemy. It is too often ad-
vanced as an extenuating excuse that
the victim was inclined to seek the
locality in which he might naturally
expect to meet with the sort of recep-
tion given, but no man voluntarily
goes to his own harm, and the influ-
ences to lure him into danger soem to
be not lacking in every large city.
The physical aspect of the premises
In which arc conducted these illegal or
immoral enterprises are self-con-
demnatory. It appears as
DOCTRINE OF EXACT JUSTICE.
Waco Morning News.
4 Those who contend for the doctrine
oji exact justice and who believe that
it may be followed only through 'a
maze of technicalities, will find much
to interest and enlighten them by
watching the proceedings of the fed-
eral court. Behind the dignity and de-
which obtain in
ment’s tribunals there
TRIBTTNE: SATURDAY.
GALVESTON
NOVE MB E ' 2 5. r»11.
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Galveston Tribune. (Galveston, Tex.), Vol. 31, No. 313, Ed. 1 Saturday, November 25, 1911, newspaper, November 25, 1911; (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1351179/m1/4/: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu.; crediting Rosenberg Library.