The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-11-09
GOSSIP ABOUT TERRY.
In the Career Of the Man
Who Was Lately Killed In Califor-

MIA.
Terry was the terror of the bar, says
The New York World. or course, he
was not a bully or desperate in the or
binary sense, but he had habit of
getting angry at the usual little con-
ventional habits of the profession. He
could not be made to look at things
through Pickwickian glasses. II one
Of his witnesses in case was being
srow-beaten and insulted, for instance,
Terry was apt to turn to the offending
attorney with a grin like a grizzly's
and ask him what he meant. The Of
lending attorney, under these painful
circumstances, was pretty sure to turn
pale, cast an appealing glance at the
court and do the best he could not to
show his fright. There was good
leal of the grizzly in Terry's makeup.
He even somewhat resembled that
/ western animal physically. Over 6
feet in stature, with shoulders as broad
as an ox-yoke and depth of chest
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% scare any ordinary man. His great
iron-gray chin-whiskers, his sharp,
penetrating gray eyes, under shaggy
orows, gave an expression OF intelli-
gence, determination, and ferocity to a
harsh countenance that was both for
bidding and terrifying.
In Stockston, where his home was
for many years, the people respected
him greatly. His integrity was as well
proved as his courage. But he was not
loved
Daily his burly form, clad in loose
suit of gray, was to be seen. March
/ ing down the street, with his hands
clasped behind the waist of his sack
coat, he was commonly so absorbed in
thought that no salutations, even from
his best friends. were returned. A
good-humored scowl and a growl of
greeting was the most that anybody
could expect from him out OF doors in
his most amiable mood. Yet in his
office and his home he was the embodi-
ment of unaffected courtesy. In the
basement of his beautiful home on the
banks OF Stockton channel he had
shooting gallery. Here the World
correspondent years ago often prac-
ticed with him. Terry was a first-rate
pistol-shot. His arm was as steady as
! a crowbar, and he seldom failed to hit
the bull's-eye or a 10-cent piece. On ce
he talked with the writer about the
Broderick duel.
"He invited it himself" said Terry.
II went out determined to kill him
unless he killed me first. It's long
time ago, but 1 feel now just as did
when / saw him fall.
''And how was that, judge?"
"Why, that I'd killed him in fair
Eight and that he'd got his just
deserts"
Later, at the dinner table in the
drawing-room, he was cheerfully talka-
tive, polite. and extremely entertain
ing in his conversation, which was
we'll informed, shrewd, and witty-an
extraordinary contrast to the harsh
and morose man of the courtroom and
the streets.
The bar of Stockton, as we'll as that
of San Francisco, would as soon have
seen the devil as Terry enter the court
room. Besides being an excellent law
yer he had, as has been explained,
logical mind and a temper which made
dangerous the ordinarily harmless little
spats between attorneys in action. Two
years ago will case was on trial in
Stockton before Superior Judge Pater-
son (now on the supreme bench).
Terry was on one side and ex-Congress-
man James H. Budd on the other
Though Budd is youngster of 80 or SO
he and Terry had been fast friends for
years, a similarity in some strong
points of character accounting for the
intimacy. Budd is man of education,
fiery tempered, and not half Terry's
weight. The clash between the at
torneys came. of course, and Terry
sneered at Budd's youth and therefore
presumably inferior knowledge.
That's all right" laughed Budd
good-naturedly. Were dealing with
the law and the facts, and age has moth
ing to do with it. l dare say you'd
trade your years for mine, and, he
added thoughtfully, "your record too,
guess"
This was CALLING. In 1880 Terry
had been one of the six electors on the
democratic presidential ticket. Five
had been chosen and he had been left
a phenomenon before unknown in
American history-whereas young Budd
a mere boy, had gone in, and with
q blackboard as a means of travel so
effectively canvassed a strong republic
can district as TO lay out Frank S. Page,
one of the most firmly intrenched bosses
OF his party in California Page has
never been heard of politically since.
''What do you mean, sir?" demand
ed the old man of the boy, grinning
the meanwhile like an enraged
gorilla.
Il mean, Judge" said Budd, quail
ing not at all under the murderous
glare, 'that you've got to meet me
here on an equal footing as an attor-
ney. and an officer OF this court.
Don't try to bully me-"
Bully, sir?"
Eyes, bullyr' exclaimed young
Budd, jumping up. There's no oc-
casion for row of this sort and you
are playing the bully now, Judge
Terry. Why,-it, sir, do you sup
pose that because you killed Broderick
you can cow me? I'm ready to meet
you here, on the street or anywhere
you say"
The young mans eyes cleaned de-
fance that had no theatric effect in it.
That's right, Jim," said the old
man, holding out his hand and smil-
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