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NOT LIKE (
By Frederick Va
A.utlior of "The ltrotlierho<
of a Hi
Copyright, 1901, by Frederic Van Rem
CHAPTER IX.
THE TKCTll MADE KNOWN.
ClRAIG THOMPSON never drew
a truer simile?and lie was
PgpeJ full of 'hem ? than he did
3?3eJ when, wbile advising wltb
Lisle, be assured blm that be could not
throw a loop over circumstance and
drag It along, a willing captive, as they
did the steer, clinching bis argument
wltb the additional statement, "It's
got a way of slipping out and roping
you Instead." It Is the experience of
every man sooner or later to be roped
In by circumstance, and, although Richard
Maxwell had battled with and defied
events all his life, be, like others,
was destined at last to fall a victim to
that wily foe which knows so well how
to watch and wait.
As soon as the guests bad partaken
of the ample supper which Ah Sin bad
provided they were shown to their
rooms, for the fatigues of the day had
at last forced even the vivacious energy
of Erna Thomas to surrender. Then
father and son also parted for the
night.
Both were strangely silent, and neither
noticed that the other was so.
The house had not been planned for
4 rtlmilorl,. l.oH fa.
euieruiiuuicui, auu jjamt.uiuiv ?
male .guests and their many requirements
been left out of the plans of
construction and furnishing. There
was only one room within It that was
at all adapted to the uses of a woman,
and to that one? it was Llsle's?the
young lady had been shown. The library
couch was roomy and comfortable,
and upon that Lisle threw himself
after the others had retired. It was a
much softer bed than he required for a
good night's rest.
Richard Maxwell's bedchamber adjoined
the library, and the two were
connected by a door, which was rarely
closed, the portieres suspended from
the frame above It doing ample service
in the matter of Isolating one from the
other.
Lisle selected a book and read or appeared
to read long after his father
had retired. At last he put It down, divested
himself of his boots, coat and
waistcoat, loosened his belt and. having
covered himself with a Navajo
blanket, went speedily to sleep.
During the night he was awakened.
An unusual sound startled him. and he
sat erect, listening, impressed wun me
Idea that his father had called. Ho
rose and tiptoed to the doer, pulled the
curtains aside and peered into the room.
The moon, now resplendent, shone In
at the window and athwart his father's
bed, and Lisle could see him plainly.
"Did you speak, father?" he asked In
a low tone, so that the sleeper might
not be disturbed if he were mistaken,
and. receiving no reply, he returned to
the couch and composed himself to
sleep again, lie remained wide awake,
however, while hour after hour passed
by, thinking upon those perplexing
problems which refused sufficiently to
shape themselves for recognition. The
moon passed over the house and settled
in the west. The heavens took on
a transparent hue in the east. Dawn
was near at baud when he was again
startled by a repetition of the sound
that he had heard before. This time
he was not sleeping. He knew there
could be no mistake. The noise came
from his father's room, was made by
his father.
He leaped to his feet and hurried
past the portieres straight to his father's
side and came upon a sight
which tilled him with sudden and unnamable
horror.
Richard Maxwell was lying upon his
back. His eyes were wide open and staring.
There was a deathlike, leaden pallor
upon bis face, which in the imperfect
light seemed ghastly. He was
breathing, but that was the only sign
of life that was evident.
Lisle knelt down beside him, chafed
bis hands and called to him. but the
stricken mau made no reply except to
utter that half articulate groan which
already had alarmed his son. The
young man procured restoratives, but
they were of no avail. He endeavored
to force brandy between his father's
lips, but Richard Maxwell could not
swallow. He chafed his hands, but
they were void and deathlike in his
grasp. Power of motion seemed to
have been retained only by the optic
muscles, for whichever way Lisle turned
his father's eyes followed him with
agonized entreaty.
Dawn increased and developed Into
day while Lisle worked over his father.
but his extremities became colder
and colder, so that at last, with that
intuition which is born of parental
love. Lisle knew that his father was
dying. The eyes that watched him unceasingly
while he worked became
more dim as the minutes glided into
the past, and death hovered nearer and
nearer to Richard Maxwell.
Accustomed all his life to being alone
with his father. Lisle had forgotten
the presence of strangers in the house,
titiililnnltr lirt foinoMlliortwl Ilfl
UUl auil UIHIJ HV ...
sprang from the rooin and ran to the
one occupied by Mr. Thomas, bursting
precipitously Into It and shaking the
sleeping rnau fiercely.
"Will you come, sir. at once? Something
has happened to my father!" he
cried. "He is dying!"
"Good God! What is it? What has
happened? Your father? Dying, did
you say? Shot? Ilurt? What is the
matter?" exclaimed the suddeuly awakened
man.
"I do not know. Tlease come. I
know that be Is dying."
ETHER MEN.
n Rensselaer Dey,
id ol e?llonce," "Tlie Quality
n," Etc.
jselaer Dey.
"That I will. Tt may not be as bad
as you tblnk. Where Is he?" Mr.
, Thomas had leaped from the bed and
was rapidly drawing on his trousers.
"In the room off the library. Hasten,
please! Hasten!"
"I won't be a minute. Call Erna.
Nothing like a woman in a case like
this, and she's worth a dozen ordinary
ones!"
Lisle darted from the room and hastened
to that which was ordinarily his
own. He rapped upon the door. There
was no response. He threw It open
and entered, arousing Miss Thomas as
be had done her father.
She started up with a scream, but
Lisle's quick words reassured her instantly.
"My father Is dying," he said, with
more calmness. "Mr. Thomas said that
you would help me. Will you come?"
"Yes; at once. Where Is he?"
"Come to the library."
He hastened then to bis father's side,
but Thomas was there before him,
bending over the bed. When Lisle
would have recommenced his efforts at
. resuscitation, the Missourian waved
him aside.
"Walt young man. Has Erna come?"
"I am here, papa." replied her voice
from the doorway.
Mr. Thomas raised himself slowly
> erect and turned so that he stood bei
tween Lisle and the bed. His kind face
told what his tongue had not yet ut
f tered. and Lisle crouched half down,
awaiting the blow which was about to
fall.
"Courage, my boy." be said?"courage.
You need more bravery now than
ever In your life before."
Lisle crouched lower and lower. Ills
dark eyes sfared wildly upon the speaker
and then grew diui. He did not
speak; he waited still.
"Your father Is dead. He was dead
when I entered the room. Nothing
earthly could have saved him. He Is
dead."
Lisle tried to speak, but his voice
' failed blm. He could not utter a sound,
and he sank down in bis tracks limp,
lifeless, insensible.
Father and daughter sprang simultaneously
to his side. Between them
they lifted him from the floor and bore
blm to the library, placing him upon
the couch where he had passed the
night. Water and brandy were near
at hand. One was sprinkled liberally
over his face; the other was poured,
drop by drop, between his lips, and
then, while Mr. Thomas ludustrlously
fanned him with a newspaper, his
daughter chafed hands and brow, but
unconsciousness still held 6way.
"Open his shirt, Erna," said her father
at last. "Give the muscles of the
throat a chance to act."
She obeyed. Her father bent down
10 assist uer. tus ruue uuuus mm
muscular strength tore the buttons
away, and father and daughter started
back simultaneously, stood erect aud
gazed luto each other's eyes.
They remained thus a full mlnut<\
neither breaking the silence. At last
Erna spoke.
"Papa, what shall we do?"
"God knows! What, In heaven's
name, does it mean?"
"I suspected It last night; 1 almost
knew it," whispered Erna.
"I did not. 1 do not believe that anybody
but her father and herself knew
the truth."
"She knew It least of all, papa."
"Do you mean to tell me"?
"Hush, papa!"
"There isn't a woman in this Infernal
neighborhood. I can't imagine"?
"Yes, there is. I am a woman, and I
am In the neighborhood?very much in
m l
Father and daughter started hack xlmiillaneouxlii.
; the neighborhood just now. 1 thank
Clod for It. and so will she when site
1 knows. Do you think, papa, that be1
tween us we can carry her to her
I room ?"
"I can carry her alone. Thank heav'
en there are no stairs in tlds cursed
1 house."
"Take her there at once, before 6he
revives. She must never know that
' you were with me when?when we
' made the discovery."
"She does not act now as If she ever
would revive." said Mr. Thomas as he
took the unconscious form in his anus
and with some difficulty bore it from
the room. As. quickly as possible
i Lisle was deposited upon the bed lately
occupied by Erna, and Mr. Thomas
paused, waiting his daughter's further
- commands.
"Now go, papa." she said calmly. "I
will do all that is necessary to be done
here. This falutiug spell will pass
away presently of Its own accord, and
1 must be alone with her when she revives.
There Is a great deal for you to
do In that other room. You must rouse
the servants and send for some of the
men. The cowboys sleep In that building
beyond the corral. Craig Thompson
was known to Mr. Maxwell and to
Lisle. I think you had better send one
of the men for him at once. There
doubtless are a minister and a doctor
at Belmont, where we came from. I
think another man should go after
them. Lisle would like to have them
both. I am sure. As soon as she regains
consciousness and I can leave
her 1 will come to you. In the meantime
you must have your wits about
you and attend to everything. I am so
glad that we are here!"
"You are!" exclaimed her father.
"Well, I'm hanged If 1 am!"
"Yes. you are, papa. You're a little
rattled Just now; that's all."
"Ema." said the father fondly, tak
ing the youug girl tenderly In his arms,
"you are an angel!"
She smiled upon blm, kissed him and
pushed blm from the room just as
Lisle opened her eyes?the feminine
pronoun Is again In requisition?and
fixed them wonderlngly upon the figure
at the door, and Erna went Immediately
to the bedside.
TO BE CONTIKUED.
JtlisffUanrous grading.
EMMA GOLDMAN ARRESTED.
Woman Who Inspired Assassination
Caught In Chicago.
Emma Goldman, the high priestess of
anarchy, whose speeches, it is claimed,
turned to fire the brain of Leon Czolgosz,
the would-be-assassin of the president,
was arrested in Chicago shortly
before noon last Tuesday.
When Captain Schuettler and Detective
Hertz discovered her at the home
of one Norris, at 303 Sheffield avenue,
she 'denied her identity.
"Hello, Miss Goldman," said the captain,
as he entered the parlor.
"Are you glad to see me?"
"I am not Miss Lroiaman. i m a
Swedish woman and my name is Lena
Larson," answered the anarchist, endeavoring
to imitate a Swedish dialect.
"All right; I speak Swedish myself,"
said the police officer, as he poured out
a few questions in the Norse tongue.
Miss Goldman did not answer him, affecting
to misunderstand.
Detective Hertz meanwhile had discovered
a penholder with the name
"Emma Goldman" engraved on It.
"What does this mean?" asked Captain
Schuetter, holding the inscribed
holder.
" It means that the game Is up," she
said. She then admitted her identity
fully and accompanied the officers. The
woman was hurried to the police chief's
office.
During the talk which followed, Miss
Goldman detailed as best she could recollect
her movements since last July.
She went from Chicago to Buffalo; accompanied
by Miss Isaak, the daughter
of the alleged anarchist editor under
arrest in Chicago. In Buffalo they
stopped two days and then proceeded
to Rochester, where they stopped at
the home of Miss Goldman's sister, Mrs.
Hochsteln, of 213 Joseph street. Here
they visited a little more than Ave
weeks.
The only incident of it was a short
visit to Niagara Falls and another to
New York on business. There Miss
Goldman entered temporarily into the
employ of a firm, the name of which
she would not divulge. Business carried
her to Pittsburg. She was in Cincinnati
Labor Day and that night left
for St. Louis.
"I saw the police there Sunday all j
right." the prisoner said, with a sarcastic
little laugh.
"But they did not see me. I heard of
the arrest of Mr. Isaacks and his family,
and other anarchists in Chicago,
and determined to come here and see If
T could not help them. Mr. Isaacks
has not been in the country long and I
\fas afraid he would not know what to
do when In difficulties."
"What have you done to help him?"
Captain Schuettler asked.
"Well, I have been looking for men to
go on their bonds, providing the courts
would allow us to furnish them."
"Why did you deny your Identity?" I
the captain pursued.
"Oh. as to that, I was not quite ready
to show myself. My friends were still
in jail and I wanted to do something
for them. However, you've got me; but
what is there to it? They had me once
in New York because I quoted Cardinal
Manning, who said: 'Necessity knows
no law;' but what good did that do
them?"
During the Interview Walter Nowak,
who says that he is the Buffalo man
iflon H florl P^olp'OBy. flSked MlSS
Goldman If she boarded with a family
of the name of Mendelwhite in Cleveland.
Miss Goldman answered in the
negative. She declared that she had
stayed at the Hollenden under an assumed
name so that the reporters
would not bother her.
Her manner was defiant as she was
led into the office of the chief of police;
but she disclaimed all knowledge of
Czolgosz and his Qrime save that she
admitted having met him here July 12.
"Do you know that your words are
what Czolgosz claims stirred him to
shoot the president?" she was asked.
"I do not. I never advocated violence.
T scarcely knew the man. I was
leaving for Rochester via Buffalo when
Czolgosz had a few words with me. He
said he had heard me lecture at some
memorial hall in Cleveland last May
and that he wanted to know me. He
said he knew I was in Chicago and
looked me up. I scarcely remember
anything about him, save that his complexion
was light."
"Then how do you know that this
man is the one who tiled to kill the
president?"
"Oh, I guessed that from what the
newspapers say."
"What did you think when you
heard that an attempt to kill the presl- a
dent had been made?" the woman was d
asked. I
With a wave of her hands and anoth- 1
er shrug of the shoulders Bhe replied
disdainfully: o
"I thought that?oh, the fool!" The a
prisoner thus far had been growing t
more and more excited, although she v
made an evident effort to control her- 8
self. In this she finally succeeded and c
launched into a discusilon of the teachings
of anarchy. She declared that anarchy
did not teach nien to do the act 8
which has made Czolgosz despised and a
hated the world over. f
"We work against the system and
-?? ? >. _i ia a
eaucauoil IS uui waan?uiu, sue oaiu.
"It was early last July when I came h
to Chicago to visit the Isaaks family," ?
she continued In answer to an Interro- 1
gatlon concerning her whereabouts re- r
cently. On the night of July 12, Mr.
Isaaks was out of the house. I went to r
the door and the man whom I learn v
through the newspapers was Czolgosz,
stood there. He said he wanted to see
me. I was about to catch the Nickle *Plate
train, as I and Mr. Isaaks's
daughter were about to go to Rochester, t
He went to the Rock Island depot with II
us; but I was so busy taking leave of my n
friends that I scarcely noticed him. It I
was not a time when one would want t
to make new friends. At the depot I s
had the few words with him of which I
I have told. That was all there was be- v
tween us. I am an anarchist?a stu- I
dent of sociology?but nothing In any- t
thing I ever said to L.eon Czoigosz i<
knowingly would have led him to do the ii
act which startled everybody Friday." c
"Not even in your lectures?" she was e
asked. v
"He says your words set his brain r
on fire." *
"Am I accountable because some S
crack brained person piaced a wrong d
construction on my words?
"Leon Czoigosz, I am convinced, plan- 1
ned the deed unaided and entirely v
alone. There is no anarchist ring 1
which would help them. There may t
be anarchists who would murder; but
there are also persons ir. every walk of I
life who sometimes feel the impulse to t
kill. I do not know surely but I think c
Czoigosz was one of those down-trod- a
den men who see all the misery which I
the rich inflict upon the poor, who think v
of it, who brood over it, and then in ?
despair resolve to strike a great blow I
as they think, for the good of their 1
fellowman. But that is not anarchy. 0
"Czoigosz," the Russian woman, pro- e
nounced the name with the greatest *
ease. "Czoigosz may have been inspired
by me: but if he was, he took the
wrong way of showing It." *
Later in the day Miss Goldman was
Interviewed in the drtitnan's annex at a
the police station by an Associated 1
Press representative and a stenographic r
report taken. Miss Goldman said: "I 8
feel sure that the police are helping us *
more than I could in ten years. They 1
are making more anarchists than the F
most prominent people connected with v
the anarchist cause could in ten years. a
If they will only continue I shall be
very grateful, for they will save me lots a
of work."
r
"What do you think of your own arrest?"
she was asked.
"If I told you." she replied, "it would ?
look somewhat conceited, and I certain- 0
... . t<
ly would not like to oe guilty or mar.
Not only my arrest; but the others 8
smack of the Haymarket. The police c
are very much In disrepute all over the
country and they wish to do something
to clear themselves. They are trying to a
make It an anarchist plot; If they wish t!
to make up a case they may succeed." n
"What man In the United States. In 0
your opinion, Is of sufficient prominence t(
to warrant such a plot?" she was asked. c
"I am not In a position to say," re- 8
plied Miss Goldman, "who ought to be
killed. The monopolists and the
wealthy of this country are responsible p
for the existence of a Czolgosz. Jf 1m- ?
perlallsm would not grow In this coun- CJ
try; If the liberties of the people were c
not trampled under foot, there would v
have been no evidence." a
Referring to the would-be assassin, h
Miss Goldman said: "I feel that the J
man Is one of those unfortunates who ?
has been driven to despair and misery a
to commit the deed. I feel very deeply 8|
with him as an Individual, as I would ^
feel with anybody who suffers. If I had "
ff
means I would help him as much as I
could; I would see that he had counsel
and that Justice was done him." B
Although the whole world awaited ^
Friday afternoon for bulletins from the ei
president's bedside, Miss Goldman did a
not care enough about the report that fI
he had been shot, which she heard ^
newsboys shouting, to buy a paper. It
was Saturday noon before her interest ''
was sufficiently aroused to buy a news- 81
paper containing the story. She was a
more interested In the arrest of the y
crr\ onorr-hictq than in tho nraql-I^
dent's condition. Asked if she thought ^
Czolgosz's act was praiseworthy from
her point of view, she answered: "I ^
am not in a position to say whether it a'
was good or bad. It is bad for the man h
who attempted to do it. I am not in "
his boots and know nothing about it. ?
What I don't see is why they should 11
make more fuss over the president than a'
anybody else. All men are born a
equal." p
Magistrate Tries Himself.?The 11
Sun's special from Winnipeg, Manitoba, t]
says: For 20 years Magistrate Court- S
right has been dealing out justice in d
this city, and he has been a severe S1
judge. The records show that in that e!
period more than !>,000 persons have T
come before him for drunkenness and a
mighty few of them failed to feel the C(
weignt or me arm or me law.
But last Wednesday night the magistrate
learned how easy It is to fail. A J
friend from Vancouver came to see
him, and they went out together to see v
the town. They saw a great deal of it, 21
and after taking his friend to his hotel
the magistrate was so happy that he T
went out again to see some more. He P
returned to the hotel soon after that s(
md insisted on dancing an Indian
lance in front of it, showing how the
ndians can howl. The proprietor flnaly
put him to bed.
The next morning the magistrate
pened court a little late. There was
n unusually large attendance, because
here was some idea that something
?>uld happen. The magistrate took his
eat and rapped for order. Then he
ailed:
"Frank Courtright, stand up!"
The magistrate stood up. Then he
olemnly tried himself for being drunk
.nd disorderly and fined himself $20
or it.
"But," said Magistrate Courtright,
ddressing himself, "for 20 years you
ave been a sober and respected citizen
f this community. In consideration of
hat 20 years' of good conduct I will
emit the fine."
A burst of applause was sternly re ressed
by the court and the next case
>-as called.?New York Sun.
WHY BOOTH KILLED LINCOLN.
lonfederate Veteran, January, 1901.
The Veteran of February, 1899, conained
an Interesting history of the
Ife of Captain John Yeates Beall (prolounced
Bell) and his execution,
erusal of that article will increase inerest
in the paper here printed. It is
aid that J. Wilkes Booth pleaded with
resident Lincoln until late at night,
^hen the president promised to save
leall's life, to commute the death senence;
and that Secretary Stanton, on
sarning of Mr. Lincoln's promise, said
f that was done he would leave the
abinet; also that Mr. Seward persist-At
? J li AU? 4 DaaII
II uy uppuacu n, anu iiiai w&icii xjcau
/as executed Booth went about taking
evenge, his plan being that two seleced
assistants should kill Stanton and
leward at the time he shot the presient.
Comrade F. B. Massey, of Hemming,
'ex., made the introductory report
/hereby Dr. J. S. Riley, of Bloomfleld,
'ex., w-ote the following account of
he particulars as he recalls them:
In answer to your inquiries as to what
know of the circumstances leading to
he execution of John Y. Beall and his
ompanion on Governor's Island, N. Y.,
nd the assassination of President Abe
.incoln, I will say I was a prisoner of
/ar at Alton, 111., in the year 1864, and
scaped in June of that year to Canada,
there became accquainted with Beall.
understood that he and Booth were
ollege mates at the University of Virinia,
and that they were sworn friends,
leall had undertaken to release the
!onfederate prisoners (commissioned
lonfederate officers,) of which there
/ere seven hundred on the island in
<ake Erie, near Sandusky. We joined
. company of eighteen men (secretly)
i Canada: went to Sandusky, and aranged
for the capture of the war
teamer Michigan (the only war ship
he United States was allowed on the
ikes as per treaty with Great Britain.)
'relimlnaries now being fully arranged,
/e dressed as first-class gentlemen,
rmed ourselves with six-shooters and
owies, concealed In an old trunk. On
beautiful Sunday morning we boarded
he steamer Philo-Parsons at Sarney,
lanada, and sailed for Sandusky as
assengers. After dinner we went into
ur room and put on our arms. Beall,
ommandlng, assigned his lientenants
3 their duties. I had been assigned to
urgeon's duty; but was ordered to
apture the engineer. Beall himself
rent toward our destination (Johnson's
aland;) but we had a Judas aboard,
nd where we stopped after dark to
ike on fuel, he escaped In the darkess,
gave information which defeated
ur enterprise, and we were compelled
a return to Canada after having been
ompelled to take and sink another
teamer, the Island Queen.
We talked the matter over on our rereat
to Canada. We landed at the
lace of our embarkation and scuttled
ur ship. Myself and fourteen of our
rew went to Halifax, and Beall and his
hief lieutenant returned to New York,
here they were subsequently arrested
nd tried for treason, convicted and
anged. Pending their imprisonment,
. Wilkes Booth, as the special friend
f Beall, went before President Lincoln
nd implored and besought him to
pare his friend, and that he be spared
is life. Lincoln promised him that he
ould spare Beall's life if convicted,
his satisfied Booth, and he conveyed
tie fact to Beall in his prison. Hence
teall was not alarmed for his life. He
elieved it was safe, and Booth remalnd
easy; otherwise he would have used
II his great powers to have released his
riend from his prison and death,
/hen Stanton and Seward found that
lncoln had promised to pardon Beall
1 the event of his conviction, they beaught
him to let the law do its worst,
nd with the promise to Booth, Lincoln
ielded to Stanton and Seward, and did
ot inform Booth of his change of
eart, and Booth rested easy until after
le execution at Governor's Island,
hen, overwhelmed with grief and disr\nnlnImMif
ho ewnro In his wrath that
e would take the life of Lincoln if
cost him his own, and engaged two
thers, one to assassinate Stanton, and
le other to assassinate Seward. They
II three boarded at Mrs. Suratt's house,
lthough she was in ignorance of the
lot. She was hanged for being accesary
to it before the fact. The night of
le assassination it was planned that at
tie same hour and minute Lincoln,
tanton and Seward should suffer
eath. Booth succeeded, Stanton's as lssin
made no attempt, and Seward
leaped with a light wound on the neck,
hese are the facts as told to me, not
s a party to the plot; but owing to my
onnection with the raid on Lake Erie.
The following manifold sheet, adressed
to Colonel A. K. McClure, of
le Philadelphia Times, was sent to the i
eteran, place and name omitted, June
1, 1893:
The recent accident to Ford's Old
heater at Washington has caused the
ublic journals to recall the circumtances
of that lamentable event, the ;
assassination of President Lincoln, and
has reminded me of circumstances and
impressions that came to my knowledge
at the time, and previous and subsequent
thereto that may not be generally
known, and if correct will throw a new
light on that awful tragedy.
I was a Confederate soldier and prisoner
of war at Camp Morton, Ind., and
escaped therefrom in October, 1864. I
made my way to New York, and from
thence to Canada. I, of course, met all
of the escaped prisoners who were there
and the agents of the Confederate
government. Among others I met
Capt. J. Y. Beall, who was afterwards
hanged as a spy. I was intimately acquainted
with him. He was a wealthy,
cultivated, and high-toned Virginian,
and was an Intimate friend of J. Wilkes
Booth. I ascertained this fact from
Beall himself and others. They were
before the war much together, and from
what I learned were as "Damon and
Pythias."
I left Canada after Beall's capture,
and went to Halifax, thence to Havana
and Matamoras, and returned to the
Southern States from the latter point.
I met. after the war. comrades who remained
In Canada. I cannot recall their
names now: but gathered from them
these facts?If they be such?to wit:
That Booth visited President Lincoln In
behalf of Beall to secure a respite or
commutation of death sentence: that
President Lincoln (always merciful
when possible) expressed himself In
such terms as Induced Booth to believe
that there was at least hope of pardon
for Beall; that Booth visited Beall and
assured him that he could hope or expect
a commutation of punishment:
that the sentence was executed, and
Booth planned the assassination of
President Lincoln, Secretaries Stanton
and Seward In revenge for the execution
of his friend and more than brother,
Capt. Beall. Somehow I have had
the Impression made on my mind that
the death of Joseph Holt was planned
at the time; but that he was out of the
city, and thus escaped.
The fact that Booth stated In the bam
where he was shot that he was Influenced
In his act by public and private reasons.
would seem to corroboate these
criticisms. I have always been convinced
that there was a great deal In
this theory, because Booth and PreslT
InnAln Tiroro frlnn/llw raihop than
otherwise, and every Southern man who
had sense was bound to know that the
death of Mr. Lincoln at that time was
the worst blow that could be inflicted
on the defeated Southern people.
I write you this because you are likely
to interest yourself in the matter,
and can find out whether Booth and
Beall were friends; whether Booth did
visit Beall in New York, though possibly
that would be hard to do; whether
Booth did intercede with Mr. Lincoln
for Beall's life.
I was in Mexico at the time of Mr.
Lincoln's death, and as my Information
in regard to many points is somewhat
removed from the fountainhead, I send
you this with the request that you
let me know whether the interests of
truth and history would be subserved
by pursuing the matter further and reducing
it to a form that would be interesting
and valuable.
I have no doubt in my mind, from
what I heard in Canada from Beall be- }
fore he was captured, and other
sources, that Booth really killed President
Lincoln on account of Capt. Beall's ;
execution and the president's failure to v
commute his punishment or pardon j
him. ?
If you think the matter worthy of
consideration, you can address me at t
Vainn Pltv Mtss Thp Interest that .
you have displayed in endeavoring' to
get at the truth of history in all matters
concerning the civil war has caused 2
me to write you.
I was on the expedition with Captain r
Beall when he was captured; but did
not at that time cross Lake Erie. He
left all but three men on the Canada
side, and with these was captured in
New York.
Of course, it is unnecessary and not
desirable to make these matters public,
unless we can do some good in the
interest of truth, as I want no newspaper
notoriety or anything of that sort.
I merely want to know what you think
about it, therefore write without reserve.
THE INNS OP NORWAY.
I'lnin and Wholesome, Without Any
Prills or Furbelows.
At intervals of eight or ten miles
along the public highway, usually in
connection with the skyds stations, are
inns, where the traveler will invariably
find the comforts if not the luxuries of
life?plenty of food and shelter, bed
and board. There is no upholstered
furniture or velvet carpets or eggshell
china; but always neat lace curtains at
every window, sometimes in the windows
of the stables. A luxurious American
will have to deny himself much
that he is accustomed to at home,
and will encounter experiences and ?
customs tnat are new ana novei to {
him. But if he is reasonable in his re- I
quirements and behaves himself like a \
c
gentleman, he will always meet with a rj
hospitable although a homely welcome, t
The Norwegian hotel-keepers measure
our appetites by their own and give you ?
so much to eat, particularly at the noon t
dinner, that you are stupid and sleepy
all the rest of the day and snooze in '
your carriage when you ought to be ad- c
miring the scenery. a
There is no style about the hotels and I
the service is poor. The household |
work is all done by the landlord and
his wife and daughters. There are no t
electric bells, and if you want anything ?
you usually have to hunt for it and
help yourself. It is the custom of the
country for the travelers to make them- ^
selves at home, and you are sometimes v
compelled to look after your own lug- a
gage or it is liable to be left. But you a
will recover it again after a time. The v
people are honest, considerate and un
selfish; but unpretentious in their hos- d
vitality. There are no iocrs on tnetr
loors, for none are needed. Burglars
ind thieves are absolutely unknown.
The bed rooms are barren <5f ornanents
and easy chairs that we are acjustomed
to at home. There are no
:arpets and no rugs on the floor. All
:he appurtenances are plain and subitantlal,
without any effort at show and
ery little idea of convenience. The
aeds are good; but usually the only
:over is a comfortable seven or eight
nches thick and as heavy and unwieldy
is a feather bed. You can't tuck It in
it the bottom nor at the sides and It is
ilways sliding off to the floor. It is too
much covering for an ordinary sleeper,
ind when the nights are warm as they
jften are, you are compelled to choose
aetween a chill and suffocation. The
pillars are another nuisance. There Is
jsually a bolster of feathers about the
fize of a barrel and a little bit of a four
ay nine pillar an Inch or two thick,
ivlth pretty trimmings upon It. The big
pillow Is too big and the little one Is
:oo small, and you solve the dilemma
ay rolling up your overcoat Into a ball,
md using that Instead. There is plen:y
of fresh, heavy home-made linen,
arge square towels that have been
tvoven under the same roof during the
ong winter days.
The breakfast is abundant and often
:errlfying. You are at first confronted
ivlth five or six dllterent kinds of
?heese, an equal variety of cold meats,
:inned fish, smoked herring and salmon,
:old boiled ham, three or four kinds of
:old sausage, strips of fried reindeer
neat and half dozen different jams
ind preserved fruits. Tou are expec:ed
to partake freely of that sort of
provender and usually do so, until you
earn by experience that dried fish,
soiled eggs, veal cutlets and other hot
food will soon follow if you are patient,
rhe coffee is usually good, and there is
ilways an abundance of rich, thick
:ream. There is no warm bread; but
Ive or six kinds of cold bread baked
from wheat, rye and oat flour, besides
:he national "flatbord," which no Norwegian
table is ever without.
The dinner is a formidable affair af or
the fnnhion of the ordinary Euro
jean table d'hote, with soup, fish roast,
salad, preserves and pudding, while
'or supper you get the same assortment
)f cheese, cold meats, fish, sausage and
ireserves that you have for breakfast,
ind two or three hot dishes. Fish is the
staff of life and salmon the mainstay.
It is served In some form at every
neal, fried at breakfast and supper and
soiled for dinner, with strips of cold
smoked salmon of a deep rich color on
:he side at all meals. The lakes and
ivers are well stocked with salmon
trout, which are caught in nets and
kept alive in tanks until they are
seeded. Tou enjoy the first five or six
neals; but after you have had them 17
>r 18 times In succession they begin to
ose their relish. Beer is the ordinary
leverage. Everybody drinks it. Claret
md Rhine wine can be had at the larrer
hotels; but never any whisky, braniy
or other strong liquors. Local opSrtn
nravnllB thrnmrhniit Nnrwav. and
n the country districts the sale of splrtuous
liquors Is forbidden.?W. E Curls,
In Chicago Record-Herald.
HORRIBLE DIVORCE RECORD.
In Indiana the Marriage Relation
May be Dissolved In Ten Mlnntes.
The episode of marital Infelicity
vhlch resulted In the granting of a dlrorce
by Judge Dunne on Wednesday In
ess than ten minutes after the application
was died by the wife, naturally
alls public attention to recent statisical
disclosures regarding divorces In
his country.
Perhaps the most Interesting of these
itatlstics, because compiled under state
luthority, are embodied In the report
>f the state statistician of Indiana.
This report shows that during the year
ending June 30, 1901, the total number
?f marriages In the state was 24,007 and
he total number of divorces granted
vas 3,000, or about 13 per cent. The
livorces granted to wives were .1,967,
0 husbands 659, while 383 were granted
ipon mutual desire for separation. It
s significant that of the total number
>f divorces granted to wives 792 were
or abandonment by husbands and 901
or cruel treatment.
The International Law Association,
vhlch recently met at Glasgow, and
vhlch gave up one session to a discuslon
of the divorce laws of civilized nalons,
reached the conclusion that there
vas no hope of reaching anything like
iniformity in these laws. In the case
>efore Judge Dunne, in Chicago, where
1 divorce was granted in less than ten
ninutes, it is notea tnat tne oniy cnarge
(referred by the complainant wife was
'cruelty." The husband had shut a
loor in such a way as to injure her
land. It was very plain, however,
hat both parties were desirous of a
leparation and that the husband was
luite willing to pay alimony to be reieved
of his marital burdens.
In this episode may be discerned the
eason why the people of the United
>tates must bear the national disgrace
>f standing at the top of the list of nalons
in number of divorces granted,
n no other country in the world, with
he possible exception of France, are
livorces granted for such trival causes,
rhe petty quarrels and disagreements
hat frequently result in charges of
'cruelty" merely to secure legal separition
would not be seriously considered
>y the courts of many European counrles.
In a single year the divorces granted
n this country were nearly twice as
nany as those granted in all the other
ountries of the world. The divorce
tatistics of one year show that in the
Jnited States 23,472 divorces were
? in Prnnns fi 245 in Oermanv 6.
61. in Russia 1,789, in England 508.
It will be seen that the smallest numler
of divorces In any given year is
redited to Great Britain and Ireland.?
'hicago Record-Herald.
t'T "What is he going to do now?"
ireathlessly asked the agitated young
I'oman, with her eyes on the daring
eronaut, who was clinging to his parchute.
"He is about to sever his connection
rith the balloon," replied her escort,
to accept a position a little lower
own."?Chicago Tribune.