The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1896-11-28


mental condition.
While DR.. Inch was banging Or.
Blank on the nose and jaw, the doc
tor was maneuvering with his free
hand for his syringe. While the strug |
gle went on the keepers kept their eyes |
on the other insane men. They couldn't
leave them to go to the doctors assist |
ance. The struggle was apt to excite |
them, and general outbreak was to be
prevented above all things.
DR.. Blank was was getting play I'D out
when he managed to reach his syringe, |
haul it out, and jab it into Mr.. Inch's
neck. The effect of the injection was
instantaneous
'I'm stabbedT yelled Mr.. Inch, slap,
ping.
I'm On glad of It," remarked DR..
Blank. You're the toughest one ever
tackled" and he motioned to a keeper,
who was coming toward him ON a run
to come faster.
We've found the other man." said
the keeper, when he came up.
"Of course we have" said the doc.
tor, with sarcastic emphasis on the
Eve"
HE was under a seat in the car"
went on the keeper. You've made a
bad break here" he went on in a low
tone. Come up here, and let's get
away" 49,,
Great Scott? roared the doctor,
isn't this one of our men,?
no" said the keeper. Hes a citi-
zen who wandered into the car"
Lets cut this quick" said the doc
tor. Tell the boys to march around to
the north of the depot and I'll join you
there" and away went the doctor in
one direction, while the keeper went
down the platform.
So much interest had been manifest.
ed in the crowd Of insane men that few
people on the platform had noticed the
struggle between Dr. Blank and Mr..
Inch. The few who had seen il went
away when the insane men were
marched of, and so little later, when
n station hand came across the re.
spectacle Mr.. Inch asleep in a pile of
freight, his clothes torn and dirty, his
hat ripped through the middle, and
minus his collar and necktie, he threw
up his hands in establishment, He
called other station hands, and the
men In the baggage room came, too,
and their eyes nearly popped out Of
their heads at the sight Of James Inch
Parlor 'City's respectable citizen, in so
deplorable a condition. They were a
heartless crowd, those station men, for
they called a policeman, and the police
man hauled MIR. Inch out of the freight
and started dragging him toward the
station, Mr.. Inch the meanwhile sleep
ing innocently on. Half way to the sta
ton the policeman gave out and Mr..
Inch was allowed to take a short doze
on the sidewalk pending the arrival Of
help.
1t happened to be on the main street
of Parlor City that the policeman left
his prisoner, and as the afternoon was
as bright and sunny as the morning had
been, the inhabitants were out in great
numbers. Any attempt to record here
the comments of the people ON Mr..
Inch and his condition would be futile.
| Suffice it to say that the downfall Of
James Inch, the model citizen of Par.
lor City, the pillar of the church, and
the greatest philanthropist In the coun-
try, was known for miles that night.
And the next day there WAS more to
talk about. Mr.. Inch slept for five
| hours at the station house, and then
went home, and, refusing to recognize
his wife, proceeded to destroy the fam.
| lily china. He hurled plates around I'M
| til he was tired, then smashed win
dOws and mirrors with a poker for a
| time. He went to bed after hacking at
some furniture with a carving knife,
and the next morning woke up with
out the slightest recollection Of what
| had happened. He recalled the strug-
gle at the station, but that was all. His
wife pretended to believe the story Of
his having been stabbed in the neck,
but she didn't at all.
For several, days the cold glances Of
| former friends and acquaintance an
nOyed him. They all said, Eyes, yes,
when he told Of his remarkable tenn
porary alteration, but he could see that
they did not believe him. Nevertheless
the truth came out in time and Mr..
Inch Of Parlor City is as respected and
honored as he ever was. DR.. Blank
made a statement in the local paper Of
the matter over his signature, and that
| more than anything else exonerated
Mr.. Inch. As for the doctor, he was
suspended, but at Mr.. Inch's earnest
solicitation the superintendent restored
him to duty, and he and his victim are
now the best Of friends. The doctor
doesn't carry his hypodermic syringe
except in the asylum wards now, and
he has declared that he'll never take
it out Of the building again.-New
York Sun.