The Syracuse Journal, Volume 19, Number 21, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 23 September 1926 — Page 2

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CHAPTER X—Continued —l3— I polrted to the legend sprinkling the fron, pace of the Courier. “That— I take it for granted It s your signal for action—and the guard at the door and the other thing* I've seen. I’m not entirely a fool, perhap*” 1 added resen tfi lly. M No,” said Marras In a mollifying •one. “I figured you’d read-the signs.’’ “Well—go on—" I snapped. “Thete was a certain party objected t* you. Nobody’s doubted your squareness.*’ be added, “hut it was a delicate gueetloa. sort of. You see —<e've watched everything closer than you know- ho thought you were too —too well acquainted—with a certain other party that some think Is not wholly above suspicion—** He stopped. “Sho-tywas It he who objected?’ I aakec with a flash of Intuition. “I’m not saying Jt wasn’t,’’ replied Marcui We rere silent for a moment Mar- • eus ne er then or thereafter spoke the name at the person under suspicion. > I knee. And a£.lllogical, paradoxical feeling of necessity for protecting her —who te slender neck I had choked in Imaglratfon but an hour beforeprompted m(Mo ask: “You don’t Intend—to harm herF "We don’t harm ladies in this camp." said Marcus. “No. Not ladles. Though there’s some women on Pearl •treat nobody calls ladies who will be travel ng to lower altitudes this morning. f want yon to understand." be went an. shifting back to my personal tonal<erations, "that It wasn't snsplrfon of you on the part of the boy*, lust delicacy.” Jas: delicacy! The hot murder wlthh me surged again. This was the rrown of her offense*. For I knew that t was more than delicacy—Marras was simply trying awkwardly to be kind. Os course, if I had the serrets of the vigilance committee I rould not be trusted not to tell her . . she had made a fool of me. . . But Marcus was talking on: and I, fol very shame and pride, was forcing tnynelf to listen, even to make intelllgedt answers. > "By the time you or anyone else waves thia building, what we’re going lo do will be public property. I can trust you with most of the rest That robbsry didn’t happen spontaneoustike. It waa kind of managed.” "WhatF I said sharply. “Was It fust pretended F A hope began to lawn In me; a hope which Marcus lasted with his next words: "I was a robbery, all right. But you see—we needed a kind of dramatic episode—something that would get the whole camp het up, so we'd have oubilc opinion with n* Some of the boys were for waiting—thought it was sol) a matter of time until something »f the kind happened. I wasn’t We had the Insiders up to the proper beat They might cool off if we waited. The wrong people might get killed—and the wrong people handed Bo we arranged— ** "Who Is •we’F “Oh, Taylor and Cohen end your friend Buck Hayden and a few others —lnside ring, you know—we arranged io Inform certain parties just when am how that shipment would reach tbt bank. It worked. I was sure It wo aid. Taylor and Hutchins showed nerve. Consented to be held up. It was dangerous, of course. If anybody Mtndered Into the picture, one of the bandits might get nervous with his trigger finger. Still, we were looking ou pretty careful to see that nobody wilked across the stage. There was a man hidden In every cabin along th d back alley. We watched ’em wien they came tn—saw 'em mask—w..tched ’em come out They were the people we were after—same outfit that held up the Cottonwood stage tedee—same outfit that held up the Stonewall Jackson paymaster.” “Why did you let them goF • “Dangerous, d—• dangerous, to •tart a fight there. Probably they'd hive got Taylor and Hutchins first creak. Then everybody ou Main street w»uld hare rushed up to see what the shooting was about. We’d not only have killed a loVof Innocent people, bit wed have spoiled the whole beant of our performance and maybe t >rned public opinion against a* No, Saylor wouldn’t stand for that" "But he let them get away—with tee boxes of goldF The face of Marcus broke Into a • mile and his sharp eyes twinkled "I suppose Pm talkin' too much with ny mouth.” he said. "But there's aoase things you can’t resist. They gwt away with our hell-box—just that Krera-out job-type that I junked last ?roek. Shut up tight tn two steel iroug boxes. Combination locks, tjinrt be opened without explosives—ve’re taktn* some risks of losin’ our ' .eon. But when 'we do get them, here’s no need of any decent citizen Otting killed” “And afterwardF The smile went from bla taco, hie "“Lynching." he said. “Trial before S roguiar court. Open and dboeo board . . . Mo masks. Our t aMbr —Cnaoawood City." Thea. x fibonMh I tot nothing but only sat •MR W apws en hto face, he broke “Yerffi stoat a raftieonske, wouldn’t M*y You’d atop oa a tarantula! Which is better—to string up a set of bandits., or to let a tot more innocent km dMfbget themF

"Tnere’U probably be one lynching just the same*’’ “Marshal McGrathF I Inquired throwing out the most natural conjecture. • “Lord Almighty, no!" said Marcus. 'That shooting fool! Though be may be among the missing by night,” be added cryptically. I paused before I asked my next significant question: “Did you—did your people— watch them from the time they entered catnpF “Yes,” said Marcus. A moment of charged electric silence, and he added: "You were watching one of them!” I could get no voice to answer. My eyes still Interlocked with his, I nodded "Pm sorry, boy," he said softly for him. > “To h—l with your sympathyF I . exploded so loudly that the printers, busily distributing type, craned their ‘ necks at me. What Marcus might have answered I to thia, I do not know, for Just then i Taylor of the bank and Cohen the jew- ' eler pushed through the door. Outside of their conventional business : suits, they wore full cartridge belts from which dangled scabbarded .45caliber revolver* Drawing Marcus Into the single unoccupied corner, they held a close, whispered conference. Glancing round the office. I felt —tension. The printers and Mannie Leaventritt had stopped work, drawn together; with anxious, wondering eye* they were regarding that group In the corner. Bo suddenly that we all jumped,’ Mike the bartender appeared in the doorway. “The marshal Is back. And he’s got.” be announced. “Any shooting?’ asked Marcus anxiously. "Not a chance. Boys dropped on him from behind." “And—F Inquired Marcus. He glanced at the printers, and bls lipa appeared silently to form a name. “He’s with u*” replied Mike. “Unaccountably, Taylor and Cohen broke Into strained, hysterical laughter. Marcus turned to the carrier* "Get those papers out on the street* —rustle Fhe said. “Let anybody out that wants to go F be called to the guard at the door. And then to Mike: “Cut the wolf loose!” Mike disappeared. There was a moment of silent tension. Then from the street before our office sounded the note of a gong, beaten furiously. The distances gave back an echo of that metallic oound: all quarter* of the horixon seemed to be Imitating it, as though strong meh were hammering every washboller tn camp, every dishpan. every implement capable of imitating a bell. “Let’s look it over—ls we get separated, reassemble here tn an hour," said Marcus Taylor and Cohen swung their revolvers to handy positions before their hips and In nervous haste followed Marcus through the door, leaving me alone in the btackueaa of my own thoughts. A shuffle of many feet, which evolved from confusion to steady rhythm, sounded on the unpaved roadway without. The printer* and even the preas-boy* were tearing off their aprons, scrambling into their coats, rushing through the door*. Numbly, almost indifferently, 1 rose and followed ; and astonishment lifted me out of myself. Those knots of men whom, when I entered the office, I had marked loafing and whispering along the sidewalk. had crystallised into military formation. Four abreast they stood; and constantly the column grew as more and more shadowy figure* emerged from the moonlight, fell Into line. While I watched, a file-cloner near me took off hla wide, black hat. tossed It away—pulled from under hto coat the old, slouchy, long-peaked cap of the Civil war. put It on. I walked round the column. Noncommissioned officers, busily arranging the rank* shoving the men who carried rifle* to the fore, imposing alienee, stopped me again and again. i Always the answer "Marcus Handy's assistant” gave me passage. A third of theae men were wearing i either that old Union cap, the black swashbuckling G. A. R, hat or the slouching wideawake of th* Confederate army. And the reason for that | quiet discipline of this mob-movement > began to dawn on me. We were little more than a decade from Appomattox. i ‘ Scarcely an American in camp beyond i hto twenties but had wallowed tn the » trenches of Vicksburg with Grant, ; dashed north to Gettysburg with Lee, : marched through Georgia with Bb*rI man, swept the Shenandoah with Sher- > Idan. er raided Ohio with Morgan. • Trained soldier* they had fallen at * command into the eld habit of ffiaclpllne. i A voice tow but authoritative sounded from the entrance of the street, where dimly I saw the outline of a i man on horseback. "Right -shoulder—arms F I As the piece* slashed the moonlight. I I, could divide the Veterans of the war r from the young, undrtttod recruits by . the smart motion with which their t guns came up to gmdtton. I perceived. I too. that the rear ranks carried, instead of rifle* new hickory-wood plcfct handle* But every man. whether I equipped with gun «r dub, bad a ret vohrer belted outside of hto coat t cMiup tJhws tiuittowy tflti ™ ■

to beo. There was no music In the sir, no distant clamor of crowd* Then out of that a woman’s scream, a distant 'Bourse chorus of male votes* 1 could see a jerky re-' flex action In the ranks, heard one or two quick, profane expletive* which were silenced, as abruptly as though a sound-proof curtain had been drawn, by the busy noncommissioned officers, A horseman, pulling Up st the corner where our little highway joined Malo street made a moving blotch in the night The other horseman—who seemed to be in command—rode out from the shadows, took the head of the column. And hto word of command came out clear and strong, for all Cottonwood to hear: ‘‘Forward—guide left—march!" As he wheeled hto horse, hto face came out clear In the moonlight, and I recognised him. This was Brown the assayer. I remembered then that he bad been a major of cavalry under Sheridan. Feet shuffled; a drum gave a short roll; then began the “Thump, thump, thump-thump-thump” of an army march-step. The column swung left into street I trailed along on the edge* Before Huffaker’s hardware store. Major Brown gave the command “Halt.” Officers began splitting the column, dividing the riflemen from the pick-handle men. The riflemen, at command, marched on. From the other* a squad fell out of line, broke in the door with half a doxen kick* Lights came on within; a moment later, the squad emerged with its arms full of assorted rifles, distributing them along the rank* I became aware, now. of the street. The sidewalks were filling with half-dressed men and women. They spoke in whispers or not st all; and along the gutters walked guards with drawn revolvers, keeping line. The distant, regular tramping of the riflemen stopped; then changed to irregular foot-beat* Evidently, the focus of Interest lay In that direction. 1 hurried on. Lantern* backed by reflectors and hung onto the seats or wheels of the wagons which always i fringed the Pioneer corral, made a glaring blotch in the moonlight. There, as hasy with shadow yet as definite and characterised as though Rembrandt had painted it, stood the officials of the vigilance committee. Shorty squatted on the ground, hto stocky figure hardly less tall than when erect. His face lay in the shadow of his broad hat. but hto attitude Implied alertness and command. He was pointing to a document Above •No," Said Marcus In s Mollifying Tone, “I Figured You’d Resd th* Sign*** him leaned Cohen, hto hands resting ou hto flexed knees, hto derby hat pushed back. Buck. Marcus Handy and Myers of the Vsriety theater stood in conference, central group of the composition. Strung about them. I identified Siegel of the beer-ball. Taytor of the bank. Hutchins hto teller. Lockhart superintendent of the Stonewall Jackeon. Round the pole corral, built heavily to resist the rashes of wild horses in process of breaking, ran a circle of riflemen. Hammers sounded; through the slash of light passed two men stringing barbed wire. At one side the remainder of the rifle company kept its column of flours; andT as I watched, a squad on some special mission marched away nt a quick-step. Just as I stepped up beside the central group. Shorty and Cohen rose erect, staring. I followed their glance. A company of men was coming round the corner. Some one twisted the reflector behind the lantern. Tn the circle of light advanced Town Marshal McGrath. handcuffed, a guard holding hto arms on either side. Shoulders square, head erect-—he waa a beautiful figure of defiance. “Book him, Mr. Coben,” said Marra* in bls most matter-of-fact, businesslike too* “What chargeF asked Cohen, balancing a pencil above a black notebook. "1 don't know," repl ted Marra* "I swear I don t. whether to put yon down. McGrath, as an all-round crook or just a d—n foot Make it ‘sub pected person* for the present, Mr. Cohen." But now the marshal had found that splendid singing voice of hi* “D—n you. Handy Fhe cried. “This to how you're getting eve* You ain’t man enough to fight m* Yon can’t fight except tn your filthy newspaper —" be choked. “My way of fighting." replied Marcus cheerfully. "I can’t shoot for edd bean* Mr. Kx-Marshal. And now rm forced to give you some advice by way of saving your life, at least temporarily. This corral to the county jail of the new municipal government These gusrde here are armed with rifles containing genuine toad balkst* Their instractions are to shoot anybody who approaches the fence. Chuck him in. boyaF McGrath and hto guards became shadows in neas beyond the reflector-light; vanished through the latch-gate of the corral "May have tn hang him anyhow. If he maintains that attitude," remarked Taylor aotto qoe* “Keep the rope dangling over hlm-

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he’ll be a good boy before we*r« through.” said Marras Handy, Another group bad come Into the light—Conway, guarded by three men. "Deeper than ever over hto gambler's face lay hto mask of inscrutability. And gambler-fashion he bluffed, squar- , ing bis shoulders jkuntily as he passed these hto strange judge* But from •Off lips, which managed nevertheieaa tfe achieve a jocular tbde. he inquired: “When does the bangin’ commence F “You’Ll haye.tlme to think over your sins!” replied Marra* “Book him as sccompiice of thieves and confidence men, Mr. Cohen.” and, rattling off the words mechanically, he repeated the warnings and instructions he had given Cbri* McGrath, , , , Now the groups Were arriving fast, two or three guards to each prisoner. { From scattered spurts of conversation, heard then and afterward that night, ' I learned that the vigilance committee at the first call—issued by runner* within ten minute* after the bank robbers went their way—had raised the curtain on a drama already rehearsed. I A squad had dropped into the estab- , lishment of every person marked for arrest, loafed on thin excuses until the capture of Marshal McGrath. Then came the signal: beating on tin pan* in lieu of a bell. Immediately, the committeemen had drawn, held up the place, secured their man—or woman. | Not more than a hundred men bad done the whole job; claim owner* of Hayden hill, members of the "business element,” including the squarer of the saloonkeepers, mine owners and managers from Liverpool hill, a few plain miners. Twenty of the most determined had attended to the Black Jack, I center of trouble. Si Conway and his working force were no sooner removed than the committee closed the bar and games, counted and sealed the money on the tables, and opened a recruiting office. (Constantly, even at that moment. the squad thrown about the corral was growing as men emerged from i the shadows of Main street, gave some password, and fell In. Next after Si Conway arrived three of hto dealer* The first In line, whom I had last seen raking in winnings at the roulette wheel with an air of careless authority, walked on sagging knees as they say men go to the scaffold; his mouth was a slobbering chasm in a waxy face. “What—are you goin’ to do—with me?’ he asked in jerk* “A* much a* you d—n well deserve, probably,” replied Marcu* The sagging form of the dealer vanished; behind him his two companion* maintaining like Conway their gambler bluff, went the same way of mystery. Among the succeeding arrivals were both strangers and acquaintances—-sharp-faced batteners on the wages of prostitutes whom I had seen loafing about the entrance to Peart street, a faro dealer whom “Judge" Colliver the lawyer had got free of cold-blooded murder, and. behind a knot of shuffling men whom I recognized but dimly as faces seen in saloons and dive* Colliver himself. Evidently he had been dragged out of bed; for a red undershirt showed beneath hto open overcoat, and his raven-black hair stood up like a mangy hairbrush. “This illegal proceeding Is an outrage. sir.” he began. “In the name of the law you are violating— ’’ A dozen angry voices broke in on this; presently Marcus dominated the elamor. “What you’ve needed for a h—l of a time Is a gag.” he said. "You’ll get it, too, of you don’t shut up. Go on insid* and keep away from that fence or you’ll die quick.” Round the corner sounded the highpitched voice of s woman, pouring a steady flow of talk which quavered and shrilled with expletive. Into the light came Red Nell, keeper of the most expensive and notorious “house” in Cottonwood. As she swung out both arms in a vain effort to rid herself of the guards, there waa a flash of many diamonds; and the paint on her lips and cheek* overlaying a face contorted with uncontrolled anger, gave the effect of some grotesque mask. She got one hand loos* and pointed. “You!” she began. “You. Shorty Ooiy—you. Izzy Cohen, you—" Her language exploded into filthy epithet None answered. Even the ready Marcus seemed But suddenly the brutal and direct Shorty heaved forward hto squat frame, laid hands on her. thrust her on. The rest was drowned in the clatter, of the latchgate. Marcus turned to Taylor. "That’s all. Isn’t itF Taylor consulted the list in hto hand* “Ye* all checked up except—" He broke off there. And. just then, an armed guard in a Union cap emerged from the latchgate into the tight . “That roulette dealer of Bi Oonway*s to beefin’ for a preacher," he ■aid. The group by the wagon wheels exploded into harsh, nervous laughter. “How 'bout ItF Inquired Marram "What brand of preacher doe* the ffsto* tieman desire?' “He's askin' for the Methody—that* here Mr. Orcutt." “What «*y. boy*" inquired Mprras, addressing hto fellow* “If we let Mr Orcutt into the bullpen on condition he don’t interfere with municipal affair* r Silence appeared to give con And then, just as another squad of the armed forces detached Itself, wheeled round the corner into Main street, there approached the largest prison gang of all—a dosen disheveled men walking In a hollow square of the Vigilante “troop*” These, by one or two recognized face* I identified as the prisoners from the county jail. It had been deared. Why? Taylor** remark. “all cheeked oft exefipt—" jumped into memory. ItiTWYSM vt my mind grew the picture of that tees for which I had been searching oubcosMKtoQsiy as squad after squad of prisoners entered the He had not been among thco*——ttw twan'tHjojux T olub rlAunMnul Bn* - Qm mm wnUCu 1 uVu ... ORv® for the criminals from the county jail and perhaps Chris McGrath, those prisoners in the atbekade were probably held for the public eafety, ware merely in process of being frightened halft* totoTtMt (kpoitstton qnletly. The bufoorous hints of Marcus all pointed to that. Mat Marcus talking to me in the office, toed flpehsn tommy of grimmer events rm aw aamnimt * ... .

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Olive Salad.—Peel olive* remove the stones, then roll them up over blanched almonds. Cover with french I dressing and a handful of chopped I mint. Let stand overnight to season. Drain in the morning and add fresh mint. Serve on head lettuce with thick mayonnaise. Banana Cr*am.- —Slice three ripe bananas, press through a siete. add a box of ripe crushed berries, reservi Ing some of the juice; mix lightly with enough powdered sugar to sweeten and set aside to chill. Serve in sherbet cups with sweetened whipped cream and some of the berry juice on top. The orange to rich In vitamines and Is given early to the small baby, between feedings, always straining the juice. They are rich in sugar, have salts of high value while the flavor Is especially attractive. Taken at night they are especially good for constipation. A glass of orange Juice can be taken by the most delicate stomach and to especially recommended for biliousness. Dredge the tenderloins with flour, season well and brown In a hot frying pan, turning often to keep from scorching, then cook slowly until cooked to taste. Baste during the cooking. Serve rare with baked bananas. Fruit Ice Cream.—Take the juice of three orange* three lemon* three bananas mashed and put through a sieve, add one or more cupfuls of sugar and a quart of thin cream. Freeze as usual. Choice Recipe* When making blueberry pie add a teaspoonful of vinegar or a handful of seeded unripe grapes, a tablespoonful of moJ* IL—£3 lasses, sugar to sweeten and a tea- ' J ■ spoonful of buty ter. Wrap a two ” Inch strip of white doth around the pastry after wringing the cloth out of cold water. This will keep th* Juices from running from the pi* Re move as soon as the pie is baked. Dream Pie.—Whip the whites of four eggs very stiff, add four heaping tablespoonfuls .of granulated sugar, and beat again, add four more tablespoonfuls of sugar and beat until well mixed, then fold in one pint of berries (if canned, drain). Pour this mixture into a hot baked pastry shell and leave in irregular mound* Bake until brown. Butterscotch Cake.—Cream onehalf cupful of butter, add one cupful of sugar, when well mixed add two egg yolk* beat well, then add twothirds of * cupful of milk slowly, beat; ing well. Sift two cupfuls of flour with three teasponfuls of baking powder and one-fourth of a teaspoonful of salt, add to the first mixture. Add a teaspoonful ofi vanilla and fold in the stiffly beaten whites of the egg* Bak* in layer tins in a moderate oven. For the icing boll two cupfuls of light sirup, one-half cupful of butter and one-half cupful of milk until it forms a soft ball tn cold water. Cool without stirring. When it is almost cold | spread over the layers and top of cake. Decorate with halve* of nutmeat* Pecan Pl*—Mix one cupful of sugar and three-fourths of a* cupful of sirup, add three eggs, one at a time, beating thoroughly after each egg to added; next add one-half cupful of butter melted, and one cupful of coarsely chopped nutmeat* Pour into a rich pie crust and bake one and onehalf to two hour* Have the oven very hot the first few minuted t» bake the crust, then lower the beat and bake slowly. Ice Box Pudding.—Take one pound of vanilla wafer* one can of shredded pineapple, one cupful of nutmeata. one-half pound of butter, four eggs and two rapftito of sugar Crefltn the sugar and butter thoroughly, then add eggs one at a time; beat twenty mteute. Put nutmeats and wafer* through the meat grinder. Make alternate layer* of the nutmeats and wafer* with the pineapple and cream filling until all to need. 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