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CHAPTER I.
- _^S HAVE a partiality for
balls and receptions
a* I \5t and ^variably try to
B ^|i make It a practice to
i 1)6 111 the vicinity
when one Is In prog,
v "v ' ress. There are always
so many people coming and go
ing that a stranger on the premises
seldom attracts attention. It Is an excellent
time for inspecting basement
windows, cellar doors and outbuildings.
In a general way servants are more
careless on such nights about locking
up, and the hostess and her guests always
bring out their best Jewels and
leave them loose on bureaus and mantelpieces
after retiring. It may not
have strudk the casual observer that
people sleep much more soundly after
* a ball than ordinarily. They are a
longer time in retiring, but when everything
is finally quiet about the
house It would take nothing less than
a pistol shot to rouse them. I suppose
they are completely exhausted and
after the excitement of the evening do
not dream of burglars.,
One M|fch night I waited until after
3 o'clock for one of these festivities to
draw to a close. It *as cold and raw
outside In the shrubbery, and I grew
Impatient at the lateness of the guests
In taking their departure. The house
was a large, old fashioned mansion
just .outside of the city limits, and
frQm its general air and appearance I
knew that considerable wealth in the
shape of solid silverware and family
heirlooms was contained in it Following
the custom of the day, the hostess
would, I thought bring all these
relics from their hiding places and
show them to her guests.
It was anticipation of a rich haul
that kept me from giving up the job
in disgust, for I was tired and* exhausted
with several nights' unlucky
ventures, and my patience seemed
sorely tried.
When the lights finally went out I
breathed easier and felt my courage
returning. Everything promised to run
smoothly. I had succeeded in disposing
of the watchdog earlier in the
evening and bad discovered an unfastened
window opening into the coalroom
in the cellar, which I believed
the servants would not think to lock
so late at uigbt.
I waited a good hour after the last
flickering light had disappeared. Then
I crept softly up to the house, and,
concealed In its shadow, listened for
Bounds* There was none, except those
I saw that I was looking into the mouth
o1 a revolver.
strange, almost Inexpressible voices
which seem to come from nowhere in
the dead of night. I do not know that
anybody has ever noticed them, but I
have always faucied that they were like
the breathing of the earth?if such a
thing were possible?for they come in
regular, rhythmic pulsations.
I crept along the side of the house
until 1 reached the basement window,
and. finding it unlocked, as I expeoted,
1 softly opened it and looked in. I
wais not positive that the window
opened iut& the eoalrooin, but from
the general appearance of things I felt
reasonably sure I was right. Not to
make any mistake or misstep in the
darkness, I lowered my bag of tools
until It struck something which gave
forth a metallic sound. Swinging the
bag back and forth, I succeeded in
Identifying the object as a tin pan.
As I was afraid to use my dark lan'
tern outside. 1 lowered myself cautiously
Into the basement. Instead of
the coal bin I found myself in the dairy
room of- the house. The odor from
newly made butter, fresh milk and
cream cheese gave me such an overpowering
appetite that I had to satisfy
It before I could go any farther. By
groping around on the shelves 1 succeeded
iu getting a pretty fair supply
of food?milk and cream in abundance,
good cheese, several mince pies, some
cake aud cold meat.*
The night was early yet for my work,
and I did not regret the time 1 spent
In eating of that cold but tempting repast.
I would have felt better bad 1
discovered a bottle of good wine, but
in its absence the fresh milk was a
fair substitute.
The door leading from the dairy room
to the basement laundry was not
locked, and I quietly entered the latter
place, I now ventured to open h little
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' GEORGE E. WALSH ||
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the slide of my dark lantern, and by
means of it 1 found the stairs leading
to the ground floor. The servants'
quarters were above me, and to avoid
arousing any one I removed my shoes.
The house was spacious and roomy,
and I bad to take note of my surroundings
as I proceeded, so that I might
find my way back again without blun'dering.
It is a poor general, I have always
thought, who burns his bridges
behind him. More than once this careful
habit of mine has saved me from
unpleasant complications.
When I passed-from the kitchen into
the dining room, I was greatly surprised
not to find any solid pieces of
silver. Even many of the expensive
pieces of bric-a-brac that are usual to*
Buch houses were gone. It looked as if
the hostess had anticipated robbery
and had stripped the tables and mantelpieces
of every small article of special
value.
Although disappointed, 1 made my
way upstairs, hoping to find some loose
Jewelry at least on the bureaus. There
were signs of the feast and entertainment
all about the hall and rooms, but
I was unable to find anything, that ap
pealed to my tastes. I passed.from
one bedroom to another, with about
the same result I could hear the regular
breathing of the occupants of the
house, and u distant noise in the rear
told me that one man was a good snorer.
So long as that rhythmic sound
continued I felt that I was safe from
all alarms.
After making a detour of, the rooms
I finally entered a small chamber that
was used for storing linen and trunks.
It occurred to me that possibly the
missing things were packed away In
this room. I closed the door gently
behind me and turned on the slide
from my lantern.
As 1 did so I was suddenly startled
by the bright ray of some light shooting
out of the darkness. Instantly I
grasped my revolver and directed my
light toward the spot. The result of
this movement was to produce a queer
combination.
I saw that I was looking into the
mouth of a revolver held in the hands
of a man who was Inspecting me by
the aid of a dark lantern similar to
my own. My own revolver was covering
the place where his heart should
be.
The discovery must have been simultaneous,
for we both flashed the
light of our lanterns Into each other's
face and gazed long and silently. Neither
wore a mask, and In the uncov-.
ered eyes there was cool, deadly resolve
written. It would have been
foolhardy for either to shoot, for the
life of the other would have been Instantly
sacrificed. I waited a full minute
or two for the man to speak.
"Well," 1 said finally, unwilling to
bear the strain of silence longer, "you
seem to be ahead of me tonight, and 1
must congratulate you upon the neatness
of your work. I haven't found a
thing behind you."
The man was not Inclined to answer
at first, but J. continued in a reassuring
voice:
"We may as well call a truce. It
would be folly for either of us to shoot.
I don't want to get you in trouble any
more than myself."
I had been struck by the fine, hand
some features of the man, but when he
spoke in a well modulated, musical
voice I was further puzzled. He did
not look like one of my set.
"What kind of a truce do you want?"
he asked. "You see I have you covered
with rnv revolver and could kill you in
an Instant."
"But you fall to notice mine," I answered.
"A very slight pressure of the
trigger would send a bullet through
your heart."
I thought he turned a trifle paler, but
his voice was steady and unquavering.
"I admit that and accept the situation.
But tell me what terms you propose
for your truce."
"Simply these: We should go into
partnership at least for tonight. I have
hud as much trouble in getting into the
house as you, and I have run just as
much risk, but you got ahead of me
and made a complete job. I admire
the way you have done the work.
Even I couldn't do it better, and I don't
think you belong to the class I"?
"Never mind that." he interrupted
impatiently. "Stick to your terms and
be quick."
"Well, to come straight to the point,"
I added, a little nettled at his abrupt
ways. "1 propose that we divide the
plunder you have collected. For your
extra trouble, you take two-thirds and
I one-third. Is that fair?"
He remained silent a moment and
tA.
lUfll SU1U.
"If I agree to such a bargain, nothing
further will ever be said of tonight's
work?"
"Not a word"
"And you will never recognize me
if you should happen to meet me on
the street or anywhere else?"
I did not like this part of the bargain,
for I believe that every one should be
placed on the same level in such a business
and that one man should not set
himself up to being better than another,
but I Anally assented, with the
exception of one slight qualiAcation:
"Not unless we happen to meet under
similur circumstances again. Then I
might recall to you this meeting."
"I don't think that is likely to occur,"
hereplied Aruily.
Then la a firm, measured voice he
added:
"Well, I'll trust you. I will give you
one-third of all I have collected. I believe
that you will keep your part of
the agreement If I keep mine."
There was honesty written in his
face, and I would have trusted him to
the extent of pocketing my revolver,
but again he got ahead of me. I stood
there covering him with my weapon
half a minute after he had put his
pistol In his pocket. A temptation to
make him give everything to me under
penalty of death seized me for an instant
when I realized that he had
placed himself In my power. But that
some rich, musical voice suddenly recalled
me to my bargain.
"Here, take this bag outside with
you, and we will divide the thing
where there Is less chance of detection."
"Have you been all over the house?"
I asked In a little confusion.
"Yes, all over. There Is nothing
worth taking left."
He moved toward the door and started
to open it He turned an Instant
and asked:
"How did you come In?"
"Through a cellar window," I replied.
"A clumsy Way when you could have
entered by the front door."
"Do you mean to say"? I began.
"S-s-s-h, don't speak now. I'm opening
the door. Follow me."
I never felt the power of a man so
strangely before. 1 attributed it to the
fact that I was In the presence of a
master who put my feeble accomplishment?
entirely into the background,
and yet I had prided myself upon my
successes!
We walked stealthily down the stairs
and out of the front door to the lawn.
He carried a pack larger than mine.
When we reached the shelter of a
clump of trees, we both stopped.
"It Is getting late, and It will be light
soon," my strange companion said.
"We must make our division quickly."
In the same quick, masterful and, if
I say it, honest way he made a division
of the spoils, giving me more than onethird.
"Now, If you are satisfied, we will
part," he said. "I think we have no
further need of each other."
I made a motion as If to follow him,
but be waved me back, saying:
"Good night I must be going."
He turned and walked rapidly
through the gloom, leaving me standing
there as nonplused as any man
engaged In such a hazardous business
as mine could ever afford to
CHAPTER II.
f .'"S^^OlENERALLY I do not
tarry long In the vi
? , cinlty of a house that
I have looted, for the
Jkw^V' police have an un^p({r^L*jPF:
pleasant way of ar-'
resting suspicious
characters simply to
cover up their Inability to find a clew
otherwise. It gives the impression that
they are really doing something to capture
the'burglar. They are always so
close mouthed, too, that people Imagine
they are working diligently on the
track and that the arrested characters
form a part of their deeply laid plan.
But in this case I overruled my bet-ter
sense and decided to hang around
the scene of my. last engagement just
to satisfy a feeling that I was in some
way to meet again the man who had
so generously shared his spoils with
m t- - i a M a
me. lrue, ue uuu iuuuu uiuibcii ui
such a position that something had to
be done to buy me off; but, as I
thought afterward, he could easily have
outwitted me and escaped with all the
plunder.
On the following afternoon I dressed
myself in a spare suit of glothes which
I always keep for an emergency and
wandered out of the city limits toward
the old fashioned mansion. As I approached
it I caught a glimpse of an
active little man who seemed to be
Inspecting the premises with great
concern. Without hesitation I put him
down as a detective, one of those half
policemen whose shrewdness consists
chiefly in following a trail that is as
clear as. daylight.
I felt no fear of him, for I knew
that he was not the kind of man to
capture a professional. I knew that a
bold front would disarm him of all
suspicion quicker than anything else.
If he caught me sneaking about the
neighborhood, he would very likely arrest
me.
Passing near the front of the house
where he seemed busily engaged in
studying the broken shrubbery, I accosted
him.
"Is this the house that was robbed
last night?" I asked innocently, lookfcig
with great curiosity at the place.
"Is it? Why, who said any house
was robbed?"
He gave me a hard stare, which I
returned without seeming bold.
"The papers are full of it," I replied.
"And. being out this way, I thought
I'd look around a bit and see the
house."
"Oh. you did. eh? Well, it isn't a
safe place just now for strangers."
'WIitt nnt9 Thoro aro nn hnr?r1nr?
here now. I hope. If there are, I'd
like to get n look at 'em."
He seemed to smile inwardly at my
Ignorance.
"Well, nobody is allowed on the
place." he answered rather brusquely.
"And so. if you haven't any business
here, you can march on."
"But there is no harm looking at
the house from the street, is there?"
"No. but the people don't want to be
Itared at by every Tom, Dick and Harry
in the country, so please move on."
I hardly noticed his last remark, sointerested
was I by the appearance of
two people on the piazza. One was a
beautiful young woman with a figure
and face that would attract attention
anywhere. She walked down the front
steps and turned an instant to speak
to her companion.
Bjt, handsome as she was, the man
who followed her attracted me move,
and for an histant I felt inyselfgrow-'
ing dizzy. Fortunately for me the detective
had turned to greet the young
couple, and he did not see my sudden
consternation.
I never forget faces that I have once
particularly noticed. It Is a part of
my discipline to remember them. This
one I had every reason to /emember
very well. Although I had only seen
It by the aid of my dark lantern at
night, I knew Instantly that It belonged
to my companion In crime.
He was handsomely dressed, and his
nlooi. /?rif fpntnrPH vp him nn orlRto
cratic appearance that must have been
born In him. A slight pallor of the
face suggested the possibility of some
inherited disease that he was unable
to control. As he walked alongside the
beautiful woman I had to think what
a noble couple they made. Each
seemed made for the other.
"Well, Mr. Jenkins, have you any
clew yet?" I heard him say in his rich
voice as he passed the detective.
"Only a slight one," was the ready
reply. "It Is difficult to find any traces
that may"l)olnt to anything particular,
but by'putting this and that together 1
think I will be able tp have a clew before
night"
I saw the gentleman smile, and I admired
him for his coolness. He evidently
had 116 more confidence in the
detective's phrewdness than 1, and he
was not codrtlng fear unnecessarily.
. "How sir art these detectives are,
Charles!" his companion said in all seriousness.
'They accomplish such wonders
that I should think a robber would'
be in mortal terror of them all the
time."
"Yes, Belle, they are sometimes
shrewd, and again they are not It all
ripnendfi nnon the man. This Mr. Jen
kins seems to me like a very persistent
and determined person, a sort of human
hound, but I doubt very much If
he has much capacity for solving a
profound mystery."
"You haven't much confidence In him,
then?"
"Yes and no," he answered, shrugging
his shoulders.
They were walking down the pavement
toward the gate as they talked,
and so eager was I to hear their words
that I very foolishly exposed myself to
their view.
As they came around a clump of
shrubbery they suddenly stumbled upon
me. 1 had Just a moment in which,
to pull myself together and to doff my
hat
"Excuse me, ma'am," 1 said without
thinking.
Politeness Is a second nature to me,
for I have .associated with gentlemen
enough to t know their ways and have
unconsciously absorbed some of their
manners.
"Why, you frightened me," the lady
said. "I dlcf not know anybody was
there."
"I beg your pardon again then,
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see you either."
While I was speaking to the lady I
was furtively watching the face of the
one she called Charles. I was a little
concerned to see how he would take
the meeting. He was looking at me so
Impassively that I wondered If he recognized
me. Such self control did not
seem possible even in the most experienced.
"I Judge you're another one of the
curiosity seekers," he said pleasantly.
"We've had scores of them here this
morning, staring at the house as If It
were a dime museum. There's nothing
like a robbery to attract the attention
of the country people."
His failure to show any signs of concern
over our meeting piqued me a little,
and on the spur of the moment I
determined to pursue a course that
would arouse him.
"I confess that curiosity brought me
here first," I answered, "but then I had
A?\
"Excuse me, ma'am."
to come out Into the country for my
bread and butter. I couldn't get any
work In the city, and I thought the
country people couldn't treat me any
worse."
"Have you been out of work long?"
the lady asked.
"Yes, for nearly a month now, and 1
am at the end of my rope," I replied
glibly.
"Poor fellow I"
Her eyes and words made me
oahamoH nf mvself. Onlv the night be
ciouuujvw v ?tr ? w -
fore I had robbed her house, and here I
was eliciting sympathy from her. But
I thought If I was a scoundrel her companion
was a worse one.
"Is there nothing we can do for him,
Charles?" she asked, turning to him.
This was a shot that I expected
would make Itself felt. But the pale,
handsome face did not change.
"I don't know.' u. . ..Then
to me:
"Do you know anything about
horses?"
"Yes, sir," I replied quickly. "I've
had a good deal of experience as a
groom and coachman."
This was partly true and part false.
"Well, my groom has le in . and If
you want to apply for the ios. i >:i call
around at my house tonight, i live in
th6 first bouse on the lefw u \v:i this
street."
He pointed out bis residence, out I
was so taken aback by bis affability
and readiness to engage me that I
nearly lost his words of Instruction. 1
recovered sufficiently, however, to recognize
the place before they moved on.
I heard their "good day" as one In a
dream, and probably for the first time
In my life politeness failed me. I actually
forgot to thank either of them.
Throughout the Interview he bad
been playing a part with wonderful
success or he had failed to recognize
me. I was Inclined to accept the latter
as true, and he fell somewhat in my ea
timatlon. To forget a face so soon was
something that no one of onr profession
could well afford.
CHAPTER III.
night I spent on
JfrlBw-' tbe P^ace of Charles
Ufr? \ Goddard and made
1^^930 r myself as familiar
/ffx with his family history
as 8y?tematlc
\ t*wLS??> pumping of the coachman
would permit
"An easy man he is to get along
with," my Informant volunteered.
"There ain't the likes of him anywhere
else in the country. An* the sweet missus
Is Jest as good. She's an angel, my
wife suys. If there ever was one."
"You mean the lady he's engaged
to," I replied, "the one who lives over
in the mansion that was robbed the
other night?"*
"Exactly! Miss Belle Stetson, the
only lady that's worthy such a man as
my master."
"How long have they been engaged
knd when are they to be married?"
"Now ye're goln' too fast I didn't
say they was engaged, did I? And if
they ain't engaged I couldn't say when
they're goin' to be married, could I?
Some say they're engaged, an' others
say they ain't How do I know who's
right?"
The man was only waiting to reveal
more of the relationship between the
two young people, and I catered to his
natural weaaiietHs uy eui-uurugiug mui
to proceed..
"Ye must be a stranger around
these parts Indeed If ye don't kndV
what ye ask me," he continued, with a
shrug of the shoulder In reply to my
questions.
"I wouldn't be a-tellln' It to every
one, but seein' ye're goln' to be one of
the family I don't mind speakln' plainlike
to ye."
He puffed noisily upon his black pipe,
sending the smoke upward In dense
clouds. His name was John, and he
claimed to be an Irish American; but,
while be bad lost much of his brogue,
he still retained all the loquacity of his
first ancestors.
"Mr. Goddard comes from one of the
oldest families of this country, an' old
Dr. Stetson?God bless him, he was
a good man In his day?wasn't a bit
boliiid the Goddards. I've often heerd
the old folks arguin' about their ancestors.
The doctor always said he
came over in the Mayflower. I don't
know much about the Mayflower, except
what I've heerd the old doctor say,
but she must have been a pretty fine
ship. She brought the doctor over?no,
the doctpr's grandfather or greatgrandfather,
I don't. just remember
which?an' he always said that was
enough glory for any man. But old
Mr. Goddard would rile the doctor by
sayln' that he thought beln' a gentleman
of France under King Louis was
a greater honor an' that his ancestors
descended direct from kings an' emperors.
They couldn't agree noway,
an' they just made up long enough to
pick a new quarrel. I've heerd tell
how they'd talk peaceful-like about
the politics of the country till they got
to goln' about ancestors, an' then In
Ave minutes they'd be shakln' their
sticks In each other's faces an' callln'
one another liars.
"But this didn't seem to make no
difference with their children. They
jest played together i...e brothers an'
sisters. When they was jpo bigger'n
up to my knee they'd talk about lovln'
one another an' about gettln' married.
The old doctor and Mr. Goddard
laughed at this an' forgot to quarrel
sometimes about their ancestors jest
to see the little ones makln' love.
"They seemed to be born fur each
other, an' everybody said they'd get
iiarrled some day. But when Mr. Goddard
died somebody said his son bad
Inherited his disease an' that he wasn't
long fur this world. Nobody seemed to
know jest what the disease was, but
they said It was Incurable an' something
not to be spoken lightly of.
"But about that disease of Mr.
Charles Goddard I ain't so sure. Old
Dr. Stetson was quite riled about It
an' be said he wouldn't let bis daughter
marry any man that bad It in his
system. Mr. Charles got angry an'
went away. He was gone for five
years, an' folks, hereabouts said the
match was broken off. It did look that
way fur a time.
"But when the doctor died Mr.
Charles turned up ag'in an' lived in the
old house jest as if nothln' bad ever
happened. He made up with the doc-|
tor's daughter, an' they've been comln'
an' goin' together ever since. There
was hopes for a time that they'd make,
a match after all. But there ain't no'
tellin' jest what may happen. He never
seemed to be quite the same after
comln' home. He was pale an' quletMifP
tost An if that disease was a-de
velopin' an' takin' hold of him.
"He brought a doctor back with him
to look after his health. He'd met the
man somewhere when he was travelin'
?in Paris, I think?an' this fellow J? it
watches Mr. Charles all the time. He
lives over there In that old brown
house. It's haunted, people round here
say, an' spirits come an' go every
night. But young Dr. Squires don't
mind that. He laughs at spirits an'
says he ain't afraid of 'em. Besides,
he likes such a place, fur then people
won't be botherln' him in his stud*
les. He don't like to have folks runnln'
after him. He's been studyin' Mr.
Charles' disease an' is wrltln' a book
4
mat nui aoivuiou uic nvnu* a uvu
be always said be was poor an'
couldn't afford to rent a good bouse.
He got tbat bouse fur notbin', an,' I
guess Mr. Charles pays him well
enough to live without starvin'.
"1 ain't makln' no criticism of Dr.
Squires, fur he's a smart man an' does
Mr. Charles plenty of good, but -he
shouldn't have gone on so witb Miss
Stetson. He's good lookln', an' be
ain't good lookln'. He's too dark an'
furrin lookln' to suit my tastes, but be
mo travel on Imnpnaainh nn tha tdHioa I
Uiaaco UU iUI^IVDOIVU VM ?MV SMMavw.
suppose they likes a man that don't
look like other men.
"I ain't certain but Miss Stetson
likes him better now than she does Mr.
Charles. He's always so polite an' attentive
to her. an' he's got an air of
mystery 'bout him that seems to charm
her. Mr. Charles ain't blind to things
either. He knows which way the
wind Is a-blowln', but he don't do
nothln'. If he'd go In an' try to get
her, I think he'd win. But be don't
an' the doctor does. Mr. Charles seems
to be standln' aside while, this furrin
friend of his gets the girl an' all her
iqoney. Mebbe it's because of that old
disease. He's jraitln' fur the doctor
to cure him of it afore he asks her to
marry him.
"But there ain't no harm of erpressln'
an opinion between us. Dr. Squires
won't cure him until he's married Miss
Stetson, an* then It will be too late."
With this wise conclusion my new
friend the coachman finished bis story
and puffed away full ten minutes in
agitated silence.
TO BB CONTINUED.
pissttllattMU* fUadfafl.
TILLMAN'S OWN STORY.
/ *
Slayer of Gonsales Gives Reason
For Hla Violent Deed.
Following is the affidavit that James
H. Tillman submitted through his
counsel at the habeas corpus proceedings,
before Chief Justice Pope, in Columbia
last Thursday:
James H. Tillman, being duly sworn,
says: That in addition to the affidavit
heretofore made by him, he submits the
following: That he has read the affidavits
of Joseph R. Allen and Policeman
Boland, and says in reply thereto
that he did walk towards the city
hall, all the while, at least for some
distance, obliquing to the left, with his
pistol down to his side. That as well
as he recollects he bowed to a man on
the platform of a street car, whom he
took to be either the conductor or motorman.
I am under the impression
that I walked across the street car
track at the end of a car which was
standing on it. Directly after I crossed
the track on Main street, Policeman
Boland came up to me. I still had my
pistol down at my side. I do not recollect
all that was said by Mr. Boland
or by me, but I think his statement
ah to what occurred is neat about
right. I recollect Policeman Boland
asking for my pistol, but did not wish
to give it up until he assured me tha?
I should be protected, as I stated to
him I did not wish to be butchered up.
I think I was about midway, opposite
the city hall, when this occurred. I
then turdfed to go with Policeman Boland
to the station house and, after
turning the city hall corner, going
down Oervais street* my brother-inlaw,
Judge Buchanan, came rushing
up and asked what was the matter. I
said to the policeman that he wa^mg
brother-in-law and he then accortiflanied
us to. the police station.
* 1?? ? * Wa/1 V>aaw
ine magazine ui my puiui nau i/??
broken for some time, and as I was
desirous of having it repaired before
returning home, I asked Mr. Fred
Domlnick on Wednesday to take it to
Sfr. W. F. Steiglitz's gunshop and
have it fixed for me, I being then engaged
in my official duties at the state
house, and did not have time to go to
the gunsmith's. He said nothing to
me about the magazine until the next
morning, when he asked me for the
pistol, saying he had to take It to
Stelglitz to put the magazine in. I do
not know at what time he took the pistol
to Steiglitz nor when he brought it
to my room at the state house. He
told me some time during the morning
that he had left the pistol in my room.
I do not own a Prince Albert frock
coat, nor have I worn one since my arrival
in the city of Columbia. I neith
er had on a Prince Albert coat on Tuesday,
January 13, 1903, nor did I have
a pistol in my hip pocket, nor did I
stop on Main street near the steel
building and "look up and down the
street, as if expecting some one to
pass." I was not looking for any one in
whom I was interested to pass me.
The affiant, F. W. Smith, I am informed,
is a boy 12 years old, and Vedder
Zimmerman, about the same age.
I do not recall meeting Mr. S. T. D.
Lancaster on the 14th day of January,
11903, but if he did see me, he could not
have seen a pistol "sticking out from
the (my) rear coat pocket," as I did
not have a pistol with me?the only
pistol I had in Columbia being broken
as above stated.
That Mr. S. J. Young may be correct
when he states he saw me "about
twelve feet from the inside of the pavement,"
and I may have had my pistol
elevated. I know I did not have it
pointed at N. G. Gonzales, bat I was
looking at him, momentarily expecting
him to fire upon me, and when he did
[not do so I lowered it to my side.
In reference "to the statement of Arlege
Lyles, who, I have been informed,
is a boy about 12 or 14 years of age,
r 1,1-,^,,. hat after havlner fired and
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the Are iot being returned, I lowered
nny pistol, as by that time Senator Talbird
got between me and Mr. Gonzales.
I do not remember saying: "You will
let me alone now." I do know that I
did go, as Arlege Lyles says, across
the street obliquing, looking in the direction
where the difficulty occurred
and at Mr. Gonzales, until I got to the
street car track and crossed it, and it
was about this time that Policeman
Boland came up.
I do not know Mr. C. M. Lide, who
states he was walking behind Mr. Gonzales
and in the same direction. Mr.
Lide states: "That he (referring to
me) maintained that position with
his hands in his overcoat pockets until
Just before he had fired the shot
hereinafterwards described." He also
states: "When just as he (Gonzales)
was going around the three on the inside
of the pavement, Tillman being
on the outside of the three, and near
the outer edge of the pavement and
having both his hands in his overcoat
pockets, the latter (that is Tillman)
suddenly fired his pistol." My overcoat
has no front side pockets, and it
was, therefore a physical impossibility
for me to have my hands in my overcoat
pockets?the only pockets in my
said overcoat being in each tail of the
rear of said coat, and I had a pair of
gloves in my left hand, both hands being
by my side. This statement I beg
to verify by the coat, 'which is in the
possession of the sheriff.
As to the affidavits of Abram Brown
(a colored man) and of August Schiedemann,
the same are not true in so
mr no me/ cvuiuvi nun mc ouiicment
now made and heretofore made,
and which is corroborated by the affidavits
of Melton C. Lorlck and W. H.
Hall, and that of Richard H. Holsenback.
I have only to say in reference to the
affidavit of Mrs. Emma C. Melton, that
the lady is mistaken^ in the position in
which she places me on the sidewalk.
I know nothing, of course, neither had
I any knowledge up to that time, and
none now, save as is stated in Mrs.
Melton's affidavit and those of some
others, that it was Mr. Gonzales's habit
to walk with his hands in his pockets. .
When he obliqued across, coming towards
me, I again repeat, he glared
at me, pushing his entire right hand in
his overcoat pocket, and giving me
every indication and grounds to believe,
as I have heretofore stated, that he intended
to assault me with a pistol. To
show that Mrs. Melton is mistaken
when she says: "He 'Gonzales) did
not look in the direction of Mr. Tillman;
he was looking directly at the
opening between the Inside gentlemen
(Senator Brown) and the transfer station,
to w^lch he was walking, and
through which I had. slowed up to let
him pass." Attention Is called to the
affidavit of Mr. Robert Lathan, wherein
he states that Mr. Gonzales told him
that he had glanced at my face.
I deny in toto the statement which
Mr. Robt. Lathan says Gonzales made
to him in reference to how the difficulty
occurred. Mr. Gonzales never said to
me what Mr. Lathan says he told him.
If he did' so state I did not hear him.
and no affidavit has been submitted by
any of the bystanders that they heard ^
him say it.
Deponent avers that he has no recollection
of any acquaintance with O. D.
Black, who has made an affidavit herein,
and denies that he had any conversation
at the time referred to on the
railroad train or in November last at
the Albion hotel, in Augusta, Ga.
I do recollect having a conversation
with Mr. E. J. Watson, a reporter for
the State, but I deny the truth of the
conversation as stated in his affidavit
As early as 1890 the said N. G. Gonzales
commenced making misstate- m
.-nts in reference to me in the public
prints of this state, and publicly avowed
and published the fact that he was '
instrumental In causing my application
for membership in the South Carolina
club to be refused, referring to me as
cowardly enough to slander him anonymously,
which was utterly untrue.
Again, In the year 1893, when this deponent
sent. from Washington, D. C.,
certain dispatches to the Columbia.
Evening Journal, the truth of which he
did not guarantee, but staged them as
rumor, Mr. Gonzales had himself
quoted in the "State of April, 1893, as
saying that the statement was a false
hood without a snaaow or excuse, ana
also referred to It In the editorial col- ,vumns
of the said newspaper, of which
he was the editor, on the 16th day of
April, 1893.
That the hatred of Mr. Gonzales toward
deponent was personal; that under
the pretext, of doing good he hardly
attempted to cover his malice and
vindfctiveness towards me.
Prom the time of my entry into public
life there has been an Incessant,
coarse, brutal and unreasoning arraignment
of your deponent. Even so late
as July 31, 1902, there appeared in the
State an editorial of abuse, which,
although headed ."Partly Personal,
Partly -Public," was, Indeed, all personal.
An arraignment of your deponent
baflrtMklng with the
year 1890, down through the service
in the army and up to the said date,
filled with brutal insinuations, coarse
perversions of facts and false insinuations
of the actings and doings of
your deponent; that in the issue of
the State of April 1, 1902, four columns
of vituperation and abuse were
devoted to your deponent; on August
2, three columns on the editorial page
of vilification and abuse; on August
8, one column, and almost daily editorial
comment from said date up to
and including August 29, 1902, and
* even after said time. In the State's
survey, editorial columns, Aug. 26, 1902,
he refers to your deponent as "reeling
off miles of lies" and "confessing
to the embezzlement of money entrust
ed to him for the erection of a monument
to the Confederate dead." And
on August 29, 1902, after the result of
the elections had been declared, It is
stated that your deponent was not a
game cock and never "fit" In the pit,
"and If he was found dead there his
remains must have been thrown in after
his demise from excessive weeping."
In the same Issue, referring to
an occurrence at'Gaffney, S. C., he refers
to your deponent as a braggart
and a spotted candidate, and eulogizes
E. F. DeCamp, who had brought on the
trouble, as "one of the first printers to
stick type for the State. He will per-%
mit us to say that he has handsomely
maintained the tfaditions of the paper."
That prior to deponent's candidacy to
the office of governor. to-wlt: In the
issue of the State of June .2, 1901, he
wrote a bitter, sarcastic editorial of
one and a half columns of your depo,
nent, under the heading, "We Plead
for Sporting Statesman."
After all this deponent submits that
he was justified In believing from the
, writings of the said N. G. Gonzales,
from the threats communicated to him,
and from his actions when they met,
that the said N. G. Gonzales intended
to make an attack upon him, and his
every movement, as seen by deponent,
so indicated, and would have been so
interpreted .by anyone possessed of ordinary
firmness and reason, and deponent
again reiterates that when be left
the state house to go to his hotel, he
did not know that he would meet the
said N. G. Gonzales. That when deponent
first saw him he was glaring at
him and continued to do so until he,
Gonzales, was almost up to him. That
the said Gonzales then obliqued across
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the pavement in me uneuuuu ui utponent.
That when he obliqued was
the time when deponent saw him
thrust the thumb of his right hand
into his overcoat pocket and the
pocket was pushed backward. That
the said Gonzales glared viciously
at the deponent at the time he
did this, and was cutting across,
coming towards him. That deponent
firmly believed that the said N.
G. Gonzales was about to draw a pistol
and Are upon him. That his manner,
appearance and motions were such
as to justify such belief by deponent
or by any person of ordinary reason
and firmness, who had been slandered,
villifled, abused and threatened as de(
ponent had been. That deponent fired,
believing his life was in danger, to
save himself. That he regrets the ne,
cessity of being forced so to do; but
fired upon reasonable apprehension
that his life was about to be taken, or
that he was about to receive serious
| bodily harm and still so believes.
Deponent further says in reference to
seeing Mr. Gonzales near a committee
. room in the state house, at the time
, mentioned in the affidavits of Robert
Lathan and E. J. Watson, It is not true
dannrsnt thon saw Mr. Gonzales.
although he may have been In the posotlon
these gentlemen say ^ie was.
Deponent further says that he has no
recollection of seeing Mr. Gonzales
either In the lobby of the state house
. or In the senate chamber, as It appears
, from the affidavits of other parties he
> may have been.
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