Greenfield Republican, Greenfield, Hancock County, 7 March 1895 — Page 2

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THE GREENFIELD REPUBLICAN

PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDAY.

16, No. 10-Entered at the Postofficeas

^OOODd-clasB mall iu.i ttor. W.S.MONTGOMERY, Publisher and Proprietor.

falation This Week, 2,

0UjaiNG the eight'een years ending with £F.une 30, 1890, 1S2G persons were killed by .RJPS ones in the United States.

that the General Assembly has

started on the reform road let them keep vL Si9 good work moving during the remainjig .days of the session. One of the

Tasiii£sures

needing speedy attention is the

j'-o S-55S which Governor Matthews had iutro5/cteed—prohibiting winter racing at Roby. "VXet the bill pass at once and the people s.U over the State will rise up and call \~JL-A3 legislature "blessed."

'THE idea of the U. S. Senate voting to fjyarchase the Blaine lot in Washington lor $150,01)0 to please Senator Don Camis a genuine steal and should never lue -concurred in by the House. The .property is not worth over S75,000 and it yrill take $23,000 to cover damages to the lessees which makes the people of this country lose $100,000. The people have &et their faces toward reform and do not -propose to tolerate corrupt legislation, no .j- matter by which party it is enacted.

PBESIDENT CLEVELAND has appointed Son. W. L. Wilson, of West Virginia, to Postmaster General in the place of W. S. Bissell of BufEalo, Clevelands old Jaw partner who resigned. Thus Wilson i^reSs his reward for assisting to slaughter •i American industries. Personally Mr.

TFIlson is a scholarly man and a clever gentleman, but his lack of business experience and methods will no doubt imjsair his usefulness as an efficient Post=.w master General.

VffHEKE was a monkey and a parrot of a iime in the U. S. Senate yesterday when vSssator Chandler, of New Hampshire toM a few truths concerning Senator tS.oaeh from North Dakota. This stirred '-xp.-some of the Democrat Senators, but '.yibh. his caustic tongue, Mr. Chandler x'&ve them as good as they sent. It would be a blessed thing for the country -JLAhe Senators would tell what they 'know of each other and then live up to the best of their knowledge in their ac--Jkras and vote3. Senatorial courtesy -soovens up not only a multitude of faults jrjfc positive crimes.

SPEAKING of the bill to appropriate •-irioney for placing the statutes of Oliver 2?.. Morton and William Henry Harrison -,5a the Capitol at Washington, the Inii&napolis News Says: "The choice of .-objects is by all odds, the most fortunate fitting that could be made, and the 'lime of the choice has only been too long —'-Relayed, and shouid be speedily passed to

I&vl, The thing should have been done yf&exs ago. Indiana will be greatly rep-_r£-aented by Morton and Harrison. This legislature should see to it that the work AB done.

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THE corrupt practice act, of which Senttoi Stuart is author passed the Senate 'X-osday. The bill passed limits the i.iaount which a candidate may expend .nat securing his nomination and election requires him to keep an account of .-ZEII vexpeniditures and to make sworn state-i&ent-as to his expenses before he can get .Jiis official commission. There are in «&&ition stringent regulations as to brib-and-ssvere penalties for that offense. JE& .is to be hoped that the House will pass •".5Sae Mll. If it becomes a law, this legis"li3.tu.Te will have taken an important step tziti »eard the purification of elections in In. ,.'£ia&a.

WHEN

the military bill was before the

v.a&ate Senate yesterday, all the RepubliT«a Senators voted for it except two and ,#1H the Democrats against it except five. bill provides for an appropriation of J&5,000 makes more liberal provisions for |. memories, gives the authority in counties sgSiere rioting and bloodshed is occuring, &>fehe commanding militia officer instead

at the sheriff, as at present. This places -anch a county under martial law and tgwea the troops some power and authorty instead of .leaving it with some sheriff on account of local political influ.anoes will not enforce the law. The law "VEts drawn op by the late Democrat Atbarney General Green Smith, under the 'idEiection of Gov. Matthews, but some people afflicted with demagogism refused vote for it. Congressman Bynum hit ..sach demagogues in Congress when he .v^pdke last week, as follows in regard to ibe appropriation for paying the U. S. deputy marshals in the strike last summer. "The men for whom this appropriation is asked were appointed from the laboriing classes and were laboring men. They went in obedience to law and discharged vtheir duties faithfully and promptly. £ome were seriously injured in the discharge of their duty. The great majority •oof them were poor men, who were unable /bo do without their pay, and suffered sfrom the fact that there was n* money •on hand to promptly discharge their claims. After their discharge, because *oi their circumstances and because there was no money to pay for the services «£liey had so faithfully rendered in preserving order and aiding in the enforce--waneut of the laws of the country, many vrrre compelled to discount their claims sagftinst the government. Now we are «qiribbling over the appropriation to pay »'/tht/83 of them who were able to hold vilwir claims until Congress had an opporvtuul ty to make an appropriation. I know «lf ve number of these men personally.

Tk* are entitled to their pay.''

*Vr. Price's Cream Baking Powder Ftfr HiflMft Award.

A STUDY IN SCARLET.

By A. C0NAN DOYLE.

The creature was too unwieldy to lift, so the hunter contented himself with cutting away one haunch and part of the flank. With this trophy over his shoulder he hastened to retrace his Bteps, for the evening was already drawing in. He had hardly started, however before he realized the difficulty which faced him. In his eagerness he had wandered far past the ravines which were known to him, and it was no easy matter to pick out the path which he had taken. The valley in which he found himself divided and subdivided into many gorges which were so like eaoh other that it was impossible to distinguish one from the other. He follow­

ed one for a mile or more until he came to a mountain torrent which he was sure that he had never seen before. Convinced that he had taken the wrong turn, he tried another, but with the same result. Night was coming on rapidly, and it was almost dark before he at last found himself in a defile which was familiar to him. Even then it was no easy matter to keep to the right track, for the moon had not yet risen, and the high cliffs on either side made the obscurity more profound. Weighed down with his burden and weary from his exertions, he stumbled along, keeping up his heart with the reflection that every step brought him nearer to Lucy, and that he carried with him enough to insure them food for the remainder of their journey.

He had now come to the mouth of the very defile in which he had left them. Even in the darkness he could recognize the outlines of the cliffs which bounded it. They must, he reflected, be awaiting him anxiously, for he had been absent nearly five hours. In the gladness of his heart he put his hands to his mouth and made the glen re-echo to a loud halloo as a signal that he was coming. He paused and listened for an answer. None came save his own cry, which clattered up the dreary, silent ravines and was borne back to his ears in countless repetitions. Again he shouted, even louder than before, and again no whisper came back from the friends whom he had left such a short time ago. A vague* nameless dread came over him, and he hurried onward frantically, dropping the precious food in his agitation.

When he turned the corner, he camo full in sight of the spot where the fire had been lit. There was still a glowing pile of wood ashes there, but it had evidently not been tended since his departure. The same dead silence still reigned all around. With his fears all changed to convictions, he hurried on. There was no living creature near the remains of the fire—animals, man, maiden, all were gone. It was only too clear that some suddeu and terrible disaster had occurred during his absence—a disaster which embraced them all and yet had left no traces behind it.

Bewildered and stunned by this blow, Jefferson Hope felt his head ^pin-round and had to lean upon his rifle to save himself from falling. He was essentially a man of action, however, and speedily recovered his temporary impotence. Seizing a half consumed piece of wood from the smoldering fire, he blew it into aflame and proceeded with its help to examine the little camp. The ground was all stamped down by the feet of horses, showing that a large party of mounted men had overtaken tho fugitives, and the direction of their tracks proved that they had afterward turned back to Salt Lake City. Had they carried back both of his companions with them? Jefferson Hope had almost persuaded himself that they must have done so when his eye fell upon an object which made every nerve of his body tingle within him. A little way on one side of the camp was a low lying heap of reddish soil which had assuredly not been there before. There was no mistaking it for anything but a newly dug grave. As the young hunter approached it he perceived that a stick had been planted on it, with a sheet of paper stuck in the cleft fork of it. The inscription upon the paper was brief, but to the point:

JOHN FEKBIER,

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8ALT LAKH CITY,

Died Aug. 4, I860.

The sturdy old man, whom he had left so short a time before, was gene then, and this was all bis epitaph. Jefferson Hope looked wildly around to see if there was a second grave, but there was no sign ot one. Lucy had been carried by their terrible pursuers to fulfill her original destiny by becoming one of the harem of the elder's son. As the young fellow realized the certainty of her fate and his own powerlessness to prevent it he wished that he, too, was lying with the old farmer in his last silent resting place.

Again, however, his active spirit 6hook off the lethargy which springs from despair. If there was nothing else left to him, he oould at leaet devote his life to revenge. With indomitable patience and perseverance Jefferson Hope possessed also a power at sustained vindietiveness, which he may have lemed from the Indians among whom be bad lived. As he stood by the desolate Are be felt that the only ooe thing which oould assuage his grief would be thorough and complete retribution brought by his own hand upon his enemies. His strong will and untiring energy should, he determined, be devoted to that (Hie end. With a grim, white faoe he retraced hiB steps to where he had dropped the food, and having stirred Hp the smoldering Are he cooked enough to last him for a few days. This he made up into a bundle, and tired as he was he set himself to walk back through the mountains upon the track of the avenging angels.

For five days he toiled, footsore and TZeaFIt t^oujghJlie 4effl«JEtifihfee had ^15,'

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already traversed on horseback. At night he flung himself down among the rocks and snatched a few hours of sleep, but before daybreak he was always well on his way.

On the sixth day he reached Eagle canyon, from which they had commenced their ill fafed flight. Thence he could look down upon the home of the saints. Worn and exhausted, he leaned upon his rifle and shook his gaunt hand fiercely at the silent, widespread city beneath him. As he looked at it he observed that there were flags in some of the principal streets and other signs of festivity. He was still speculating as to What this might mean when he heard the clatter of horse's hoofs and saw a mounted man riding $ward him. As he approached he recognized him as a Mormon named Cowper, to whom he had rendered services at different times. He therefore accosted him when he got up to him, with the object of finding out what Lucy Ferrier's fate had been.

"I am Jofferson Hope," he said. "You remember me?" The Mormon looked at him with undisguised astonishment. Indeed it was difficult to recognize in this tattered, unkempt wanderer with ghastly white face and fierce wild eyes the spruce young hunter of former days. Having, however, at last satisfied himself as to his identity, the man's surprise changed to consternation. "You are mad to come here," he cried. "It is as much as my own life is worth to be seen talking with you. There is a warrant against you from the holy four for assisting the Ferriers away." "I don't fear them or their warrant," Hope said earnestly. "You must know something of this matter, Cowper. I conjure you by everything you hold dear to answer a few questions. We have always been friends. For God's sake, don't refuse to answer me." "What is it?" the Mormon asked uneasily. "Be quick. The very rocks have ears and the trees eyes." "What has become of Lucy Ferrier?" "She was married yesterday to young Drebber. Hold up, man hold up! You have no life left in you." "Don't mind me," said Hope faintly. He was white to the very lips and had sunk down on the stone against which he had been leaning. "Married, you say?" "Married yesterday. That's what those flags are for on the Endowment house. There were some words between yorpg Drebber and young Stangerson as to which was to have her. They'd both been in the party that followed them, and Stangerson had shot her father, which seemed to give him the best claim, but when they argued it out in council Drebber's party was the stronger, so the prophet gave her over to him. No one won't have her very long, for I saw death in her face yesterday. She is more like a ghost than a woman. Are you off, then?" "Yes, I'm off," said Jefferson Hope, who had risen from his seat. His face might have been chiseled out of marble, so hard and so set was its expression, while his eyes glowed with a baleful light. "Where are you going?" "Never mind," he answered, and slinging his weapon over his shoulder strode off down the gorge and so away into tho heart of the mountains to the haunts of the wild beasts. Among them all there was none so fierce and dangerous as himself.

The prediction of the Mormon was only too well fulfilled. Whether it was the terrible death of her father or the effects of thehatefulmarriagainto which she had been forced, poor Lucy never held up her head again, but pined away and died within a month. Her sottish husband, who had married her principally for the 6ake of John Ferrier's property, did not affect any great grief at his bereavement, but his other wives mourned over her and sat up with her the night before the burial, as is the Mormon custom. They were grouped around the bier in the early hours of the morning, when, to their inexpressible fear and astonishment, the door was flung open, and a savage looking, weather beaten man in tattered garments strode into the room.

Without a glance or a word to the cowering women, ho walked up to the white, silent figure which had once contained the pure soul of Lucy Ferrier. Stooping over her, he pressed his lips reverently to her cold forehead, and then snatching up her hand be took the wedding ring from her finger. "She shall not be buried in that," he cried, with a fierce snarl, and before an alarm oould be raised sprang down the stairs and was gone. So strange and so brief was the episode that the watchers might have found it hard to believe it themselves or persuade other people of it had it not been for the undeniable fact that the circlet of gold which marked her as having been a bride had disappeared.

For some months Jefferson Hope lingered among the mountains, leading a strange, wild life and nursing in his heart tbe fierce desire for vengeance which possessed him. Tales were told in the city of the weird figure which was seen prowling about the suburbs, and which haunted the lonely mountain gorges. Once a bullet whistled through Stangerson's window and flattened itself upon tbe wall within a foot of him. On another oocasion as Drebber passed under a cliff a great bowlder crashed down on him, and he only eeoaped a terrible death by throwing himself upon his faca The two young Mormons were not long in discovering tbe reason of these attempts upon their lives and led repeated expeditions into tbe mountains in the hope of capturing or killing their enemy, but always without success. Then they adopted the precaution of never- going out alone or after nightfall and of having their houses guarded. After a time they were able to relax these measures, for nothing was either heard or seen of their op* ponent, and they hoped chat time had cooled his vindictiv^ness.

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thing, augmented f€ The hunter's mind was of a hard, unyielding nature, and the predominant idea of revenge had taken such complete possession of it that there was no room for any other emotion. He was, however, above all things, practical. He soon realized tbat even his iron constitution could not stand the incessant strain which he was putting upon it. Exposure and want of wholesome food were wearing him out. If he died like a dog among the mountains, what was to become of his revenge then? And yet such a death was sure to overtake him if he persisted. He felt that that was to play his enemy's game, so he reluctantly returned to the old Nevada mines, tlj£re to recruit his health and to amass 'money enough to allow him to pursue his object without privation.

His intention had been to'be absent a year at the most, but a combination of unforeseen circumstances prevented his leaving the mines for nearly five. At the end of that time, however, his memory of his wrongs and his cravings for revenge were quite as keen as on that memorable night when he had stood by John Ferrier's grave. Disguised and under an assumed name, he returned to Salt Lake City, careless what became of his own life as long as he obtained what he knew to be justice.

There he found evil tidings awaiting him. There had been a schism among the chosen people a few months before, some of the younger members having rebelled against tho authority of the elders, and the result had been the secession of a certain number of the malcontents, who had left Utah and become gentiles. Among these had been Drebber and Stangerson, and no one knew whither they had gone. Rumor reported that Drebber had managed to convert a large part of his property into money, and that he had departed a wealthy man, while Stangerson was comparatively poor. There was no clew at all, however, as to their whereabouts.

Many a man, however vindictive, would have abandoned all thought of revenge in the face of such a difficulty, but Jeffersou Hope never faltered for a moment. With the small competence he possessed, eked out by such employment as he could pick up, he traveled from town to town through the United States in quest of his enemies. Year passed into year, his black hair turned grizzled, but still ho wandered on—a human bloodhound, with bis mind wholly set upon the

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which he had devoted his life. At last his per'severenco was rewarded. It was but a glance of a face in a window, but that one glancu told him that Cleveland, in Ohio, possessed the man whom he was in pursuit of.

He returned to his miserable lodgings with his plan of veugcance all arranged. It chanced, however, that Drebber, looking from his window, had recognized the vagrant in the street and had read murder in his eyes. He hurried before a justice of the peace, accompanied by Stangerson, who had become his private secretary, and represented to him that they were in danger of their lives from the jealousy and hatred of an old rival. That evening Jefferson Hope was taken into custody, and not being able to find sureties was detained some weeks. When at last he was liberated, it was only to find that Drebber's house was deserted, and that he and his secretary had departed for Europe.

Again the avenger had been foiled, and again his concentrated hatred urged him to continue the pursuit. Funds were wanting, however, and for some time he had to return to work, saving every dollar for his approaching journey. At last, having collected enough to keep life in him, he departed for Europe and tracked his enemies from city to city, working his way in any menial capacity, but never overtaking the fugitives. When he reached St. Petersburg, they had departed for Paris, and when he followed them there he learned that they had just set off for Copenhagen. At the Danish capital he was again a few days late, for they had journeyed on to London, where he at last succeeded in running them to earth. As to what occurred there, we cannot do better than quote the old hunter's own account, as duly reoorded in Dr. Watson's journal, to which we are already under such obligations.

CHAPTER VL

Our prisoner's furious resistance did not apparently indicate any ferocity in his disposition toward ourselves, for on finding himBelf powerless he smiled in an affable manner and expressed his hopes that he had not hurt any of us in the scuffle. "I guess you're going to take me to the police station," he remarked to Sherlock Holmes. "My cab's at the door. If you'll loose my legs, I'll walk down to it. I'm not so light to lift as I used to be."

Gregson and Lestrade exchanged glances as if they thought this proposition rather a bold one, but Holmes at once took the prisoner at bis word and loosened tbe towel which he bad bound round his ankles. He rose and stretched his legs, as though to assure himself that they were fme once more. I remember that I thought.|o myself as I eyed him that I had seldom seen a more powerfully built man, and bis dark, sunburned faoe bore an expression of determination and energy which was as formidable as his personal strength. "If there's a vacant place '"for a chief of the polioe, I reckon you are the man for it," he said, gazing with undisguised admiration at my fellow lodger. "The way you kept on my trail was a can* tion." "You had better come with me/' aaid Holmes to tbe two detectives. "I can drive you," said Lestrada "Goodl and Gregson canoome inside with ma You, too, doctor. You have taken an interest in the case and may as well stiok to us. [TO BE CONTINUED.]

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