Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1900-09-06
The Man Of a Thousand.

They call him Judge" Dale, be-
cause in the far west you never~mis-
ter" a man when you can call him "col-
onel" or Judge" AS James Dale
looked more like a Judge than a colo
mel, they called him as have said.
He was a mine owner, and when
things went wrong he could make hot
times for his engineers and foremen,
but be didn't do it in a vulgar way.
He was always a gentleman, even
when he cussed hardest. As mat
ter of fact, the judges motto was
good form, and he carried it out in
his clothes, his cigars, his dinner and
the way he took the news when fall
Of rock in the Emma mine buried II
men at once. What he said on that
occasion was, "Please wipe your feet
on the rug next time" What he did
was to fiji out y checks for 81 900
apiece for the respective widows.
have it on good authority that
Judge Dale was not vulgarly startled
when he received word from Denver
that his handsome wife, to whom he
had been married five years and who
was visiting friends, had taken an old
lovers arm and severed conjugal rela-
tions by eloping. Others got the news
about the same time, and they couldn t
find anything to criticise in his con-
duct. He went through the daily rou-
tine lust the same for three or four
days, and he had the same placid look
and the same even voice as he called
bis head clerk into the private office
and said
Thomas, l am going away for a
few days, and you will take charge"
Eyes, sir, replied Thomas, and next
morning the Judge was on his way to
Denver. He picked up hjSclew there
without having elbowed anybody or
soiled the polish of his shoes. He met
friends and talked politics and real
estate and mines, and, lighting a fresh
cigar, he took a train for the east.
Arriving in New York city, he paid
a detective to locate the couple, but
he didn't lug out gun and shout at
the top of his voice that he was an in
jured husband thirsting for gore. He
simply threw a couple of big gold
pieces on the table to pay for the In
formation and descended to the cafe
for lunch. A steamer was sailing for
the Mediterranean at the end of the
fourth day, and when she departed
the Judge was one of her passengers.
There were more than hundred 9TH
ers, and as the weather was also
stormy for the first two or three days
out no one commented on the fact that
the passenger who was registered as
Major Davis stuck close to his cabin
and had his meals brought to him by
steward. Judge Dale had changed
his name, but he had no idea Of chang
ing his identity. There were laugh
ter and conversation and clatter Of
dishes as all the passengers finally
gathered for dinner for the first time
since leaving Sandy Hook. To the
right of the captain sat one Of the
handsomest ladies and one of the fin
est looking gentlemen on the list, but
taken altogether 1t was a grand array
of wealth and culture. Dinner was
fairly under way, and the lady on the
captains right was beaming, when she
happened to cast her eyes down the
table, and her face went as white as
death in a second. Half dozen peo-
pie caught her words as she whispered
to her supposed husband
"My God, John, but there is the
judge"
The man looked, and the color went
out of his cheeks, and his Jaw fell
Near the foot of the table sat the pan
who had taken a new name. He was