Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 24, Number 112, Decatur, Adams County, 11 May 1926 — Page 3

SUPREME COURT’* TAKES IIP CASE Contempt Charges Against Anti-Saloon Head Are Being Discussed Indianapolis, Ind., May 11 —(United p r<iq ,)— The Indiana state Hupremc court today took up contempt of court charges against Dr. E. S. Shumaker, superintendent of the Indiana AntiSaloon League, and H. A. Mlles and jess Martin, attorneys for the league. The three are charged with contempt «f court in a complaint filed by Arthur G’.lllom, attorney general of Indiana, for statements made in the annual report of Shumaker as league superintendent. James Bingham, former attorney general of Indiana, will represent the trio of dry leaders. His first move is expected to be a motion to dismiss the entire proceedings on the grounds that Shumaker and his associates were not in contempt of court. The defense will rely largely on the constitutional right of free speech. Gllliom will attempt to show that Shumaker’s report was conceived for the purpose "of defaming the supreme court, before the people of Indiana and destroying the integrity of the judges in the minds of the people." In the report Shumaker criticized decisions of the supreme court in liquor law violations and asserted some of its members were of unmistakably wet sentiment. Shumaker also scored prohibition enforcement activities of the attorney general’s office, saying failure to file briefs on time had caused many cases to be thrown out of court. — o OBITUARY Rosetta Nelson, daughter of Chas. R. and Attaway Leimenstoll was born in Wells county, Indiana, August 16. 1900, and departed this life at the Decatur hospital, May 3, 1926, age 25 years, 8 months, 17 days. On September 10, 1921, she was united in marriage to Charles Nelson. To this sacred union was born three children, Richard Leland, age 3; Lawrence Edwin, age one; and Otta Bell, age three weeks. She leaves to mourn their loss besides the husband and children, a devoted mother and father, five sisters and tiiree brothers, namely Anna, of Fort Wayne; Mary, Martha, and Mildred, all at home; Mrs. Hazel Zimmerman and William Lloyd and Walter also at home, nine aunts and a large number of relatives and friends. Hers was very quiet gentle disposition and while at home during her girlhood days she was a faithful member of the Craigvllle Christian Union church. “Since her marriage her home has been at Fort Wayne. She will be sadly missed among those who knew and loved her best. Darling daughter, wife ami mother Sister, friends so kind and true. Can it be that you have left us For brighter greener pastures new? We loved your swee* and gentle ways, Your bonny laughter too. The smiles so sweet, the eyes so bright, And all you would say and do. But hush! A voice is calling, We dare not say Him, nay! But God has promised truely, To give you back some day. Into our arms, but not on this earth, Where trials and sorrows abound, But in the earth made ever new Hark! don’t you hear the sound? Os the golden bells ringing their welcome. To this s;ranger and pilgrim from earth, Tongue never can tell of its worth. o - v So we shall strive hard to obey God s commands. And try to know more of His will. Until we have come to the end of the way. And our hearts too are hushed and still. So farewell, dear Rosa, farewell! Till life's race for us too is run And we meet you in Heaven our home. In the land of the unsetting sun. Funeral services were conducted horn the Christian Union church at. Craigvllle with Rev. J. F. Porter officiating. Text: So teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. —Psalms 10:12. A double quartet very beautiful sang "No Night There," ‘Tn the Home Eternal,” "The Silver Chords," and “Look for Me.” The body was laid io rest until th e ressurection in the Pleasant Dale cemetery. — Chicago.—Joe Stecher employed his famous scissors hold effectively and won from George Galza, Italian heavyweight, two falls out of three. Then he announced his intention to meet Strangler Lewis to decide their dispute over the world’s championship.

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Synopala CHAPTER I.—Bud D«a, bora* for*■tan of the Blue Lak* ranch, convinced Bayne Tr»vora, manager. Is deliberately wrecking the property owned by Judith Sanford, a young woman, her oouein. Pollock Hampton, and Timothy Gray, decides to throw up hie job. Judith arrives and announces ■be has bought Gray s share In the ranch and will run It. She dischargee Trevors. CHAPTER IL—Ths mon on the ranch dislike taking orders from a girl, but by subduing a vicious horse and proving her thorough knowledge •f ranch life, Judith wins the best of them over. Lee decides to stay. CHAPTER Hl.—Convinced her veterinarian Bill Crowdy. la treacherous, Judith discharges him, re-engaging an old friend of her father’s. Doc. Tripp. CHAPTER IV—Pollock Hampton, with a party of friends, comes to the ranch to stay permanently. Trevors accepts Hampton a Invitation to visit the ranch. Judith a messenger is held up and robbed of the monthly pay roll. CHAPTER V.—Bud Lee goes to the City for more money, getting back safely with It, though his horse is killed under him. Both he and Judith •ee Trevors' hand In the crime. Hog cholera, hard to account for. breaks out on the ranch. Judith and Lee, Investigating the scene of the holdup, climb a mountain, where the robber must have hidden. CHAPTER VI.—A eabfn In a flowerplanted clearing excites Judith's admiration. It Is Ince's, though he does not say so. They are tired on from ambush. and Lie wounded. Answering the Are, they make for the e.abtn. Here they And Bill Crowdy wounded Dragging him into the building they find he has the money taken from Judith's messenger Besieged In the cabin, they are compelled to stay all night. “Aw, 11—1,” lie grunted as Lee demanded what influence bad brought him with Shorty and Qulnnlon into this mad project, "let me alone, can’t you ?” The events of the rest of the night and of tlie morrow may be briefly told: Shorty’s modest request for a glass of whisky was granted him. Then, his hands still bound securely by Carson, he was put In the small grain-house, a windowless, ten-by-ten house of logs. An admirable jail this, with Its heavy padlock snapped into a deeply-imbed-ded staple and the great hasp in place. The key safely in Judith's possession, Shorty was left to his own thoughts while Judith and Hampton went to the house. In answer to Judith’s call, Doc Tripp came without delay, left brief, disconcerting word that without the shadow, of a doubt the hogs were stricken with cholera, and went on with bis little bag to see what his skill could do for Bill Crowdy. "Ought to give him sulphur fumes,” grunted Tripp. But his hands were very gentle with the wounded man, for all that. Pollock Hampton had no thought of sleep that night; didn’t so much as go to bed. He lay on a couch in the living room and Marcia Langworthy, tremendously moved at the recital Judith gave of Hampton's heroism, fluttered about him, playing nurse to her heart’s delight. Mrs. Langworthy complacently looked Into the future and to the maturity of her own plans. Before daylight Carson, with half a dozen men, had breakfasted, saddled and was ready to ride to the Upper End to begin the search for Qulnnlon. But' before he rode, Carson made the discovery that during the night the staple and hasp on the grain-house door had been wrenched away and that Shorty was gone. Carson's face was a dull, brick red. Not yet had he brought himself to accept the full significance of events. A hold-up, such as Charlie Miller had experienced, Is one thing; a continued series of Incidents like these happening upon the confines of the Blue Lake ranch, win quite another. Only too plainly he realized that Shorty had had an accomplice at the ranch headquarters who had come to his assistance. Carson blamed himself for the escape. "Qulnnlon might have let_Jilm loose," he mused as he went slowly to the house to tell Judith what had happened. “An’ then he mightn't. If he didn’t, then who the devil did?" Judith received the news sleepily and much more quietly than Carson had expected. "We’ll have to keep our eyes open after this, Carson,” was her criticism. "We've got to keep an eye on our own men. Some one of our crowd, taking my pay, Is double-crossing us. Now, get your men on the jump and we won't bother about the milk-spilling. If we are In luck we’ll get Shorty yet. And Qulnnlon, Carson! Don t forget Qulnnlon. And we’ve still got Bill Crowdy; we'll get everything out of him that he knows.” During the day Emmet Sawyer, the Rocky Bend sheriff, came, and with him Doctor Brannan. Sawyer assured Judith that he would be followed shortly by a posse led by a deputy and that they would hunt through the mountain’s until they got the outlaws. To all questions put him. Bill Crowdy answered with stubborn denial of knowledge or not at all. He had been alone; he didn't know any man named (inland Ufi MH tow* ■nut Una

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aiiotit SKorty, And he hadn't Tubbed Miller. That canvas bag, then, with the thousand dollars in It? He had found It; picked it up In a gully. Crowdy, at Doctor Brannan's orders, was taken to Rocky Bend, where Sawyer promised him a speedy trial, conviction and heavy sentence unless he changed his mind and turned state's evidence. And —to be done with Bill Crowdy for good and all—he never came to stand trial. A mad attempt st ■|W fk’W A Mad Attempt at Escape, Another Bullet Hole. escape a week Inter, another bullethole given him in his struggle with his jailer, and with lips still stubbornly locked, he died without "snitching on a pal.” Under fire In the dark cabin with life grown suddenly tense for them. Bud Lee and Judith Siyuford had touched hands lingeringly. No one who knew them guessed It; certainly one of them, perhaps both, sought to forget it. There had been that strange thrill which comes sometimes when a man's hand and a woman’s meet. Bud Lee grunted at the memory of It; Judith, remembering, blushed scarlet. For, at that moment of deep, sympathetic understanding touched with romance which young life will draw even from a dark night fraught with danger, there bad been in Bud Lee’s heart but an acceptance, eager as It was, of a "pardner.” For the time being he thought of her —or, rather, he thought that he thought of her —as a man would think of a companion of his own sex. He approved of her. But he did not approve of her as u girl, as a woman. He had said: “There are two kinds of women." And Judith, knowing that his ideal was an impossible but poetic She, rich in subtle feminine graces, steeped in that vague charm of her sex like a rose In its own perfume, had accepted his friendship during a dark hour, allowing herself to forget that upon the fnorrow, If morrow came to them at all, he would hold her In that gentle scorn of his. "A narrow-minded, bigoted fool!” she cried in the seclusion of her bedroom. "I’ll show you where you get off, Mr. Bud Lee! Just you wait.” In the long, quiet hours which came during the few days following the end of a fruitless search for Qulnnlon and Shorty, he had ample time to analyze his own emotion. He liked her; from the bottom of his heart he liked her. But she was not the lady of his dreams. She rode like a man, she shot like a man, she gave her orders like a man. She was efficient. She was as square as a die; under fire she was a pardner for any man. But she was not a little lady to be thought of sentimentally. He wondered what she would look like If she shed boots and broad hat and riding-habit and appeared before a man In an evening lacy and rlbbony, you know.” He couldn't imagine her dallying, as the lady of Ids dreams dallied. In an atmosphere of rose-leaves, perhaps a volume of Tennyson on her knee. “Shucks-i” he grinned to himself, a trifle shame-facedly. “It’s just the springtime in the air." • •••••• In such a mood there appeared to Bud Lee a vision. Nothing less. He was In the little meadow hidden from the ranch-house by gentle hills still green with young June. He had bee® working Lovelady, a newly broken saddle-mare. Standing with his back to a tree, a cigarette In the making In his hands, his black hat far back upon his head, he smilingly watched Lovelady as with regained freedom aiie_galloped back across the meadow

io ”. Tnk£ e tfildbW on IEI grass drew Taw's eyes swiftly away.j from the mare and to the vision. Over the verdant flooring of the meadow, stepping daintily In and out among the big golden buttercups, came ' one who might well have been that 1 indy of his dreams. A milk-white hand , held up a pale-pink skirt, disclosing the lijoy flounce of a flue underskirt, pale-pink stockings and mincing llttls slippers; a pink parasol cast the most delicate of tints upon a pretty face from which big blue eyes looked out a little timorously upon the tall honse foreman. He knew that this was Marcia Langworthy. He had never known until now just how pretty she was, how like a flower. Murcia paused, seemed to hesltt te, dodged suddenly as a noisy bumblebee sailed down the ulr. Then the bee buzzed on and Marcia smiled. Still stepping daintily she came on until, with her parasol twirling over her shoulder, she stood In the shade with Lee. "You're Mr. Lee, aren't you?" a“ked Marcia. She was still smiling and looked cool and fresh and very alluring. Lee dropped the makings of his cigarette. ground the paper Into the sod with bls heel and removed Ida hat with a gallantry little short of reverence. “Yes,” he answered, his gravity touched with the hint of a responsive •mile. "Is there something I can do for yon, Miss Langworthy?” “OhI” cried Marcia. "So you know who I am? Yet I have never seen you. I think.” "The star doesn’t always see the moth, you know,” offered Lee, a little intoxicated by the first "vision” of this kind he had seen In many years. (TO BR COXTIM EI» 0 — ——— Regular Blue Lodge meeting at 7:30 o’clock tonight. All members are urged to attend. John Dickerson. W. M.

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i FID AC PRESIDENT VISITS INDIANA I Colonel Crossfield Arrives At Culver For ThreeDay Visit f’ulvfir, Ind., May 11 — (United Press) —Amid a great round of cere-' monies, Lieutenant Colonel George R. t'rosfield. of London, president of Fldac, arrived at Culver Military Academy today to open a three day stay In Indiana as a guest of the American Legion. As president of the Fldac, Colonel Crosfield Ik representing 10,000.000 world war veterans of the Allied countries. He arrived here this morning, coming from Chicago, where he was entertained yesterday. A formal reception was accorded Colonel Crosfield at the Culver Legion Memorial building, where he was escorted by the Culver Black Horse troop. Brigadier General L. R. C.ignilliat, superintendent of the academy, and a past commander .of the Indiana department of the American U-gion. receive ed the colonel on behalf of the academy. At the approach of the Memorial building flags of the nine Allied countries represented in Fidas were flung and the Culver band played the national anthem of each country as its colors were paraded. Following the reception, Colonel Crosfield was escorted to the Gold Star room, where he viewed the portraits of all Culver men killed in action during the world war. At the Gold Star tablet which was placed in i the room by Fldac delegates to the New Orleans congress in 1922. Colonel Crosfield laid a wreath. The program for the morning was

concluded with a garrison review of ' the cadet corps of the academy on the polo field. Military exhibitions mid rmr-s callstheniis by the infantry, artillery drill by the battery und calvary drill by tin black horse troop were on the program for this afternoon, followed by an Inspection of athletic activities of j the academy. I General Gignilll.it mid hl, wife were to be hurts to Hie colonel und the

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