The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-01


who had ever been elected sheriff of Lewis
county. He had carried on manly and good
y natured campaign, and his opponents
not unanimously in sympathy with the Weekly
Pocket when it attacked him for going off
weeks very beginning of his For
the bass had begun to bite in and the
camp "old MILL. favorte rendezvous
fishermen southern Indiana.
Mrs. Ballantyne did not approve of his going.
couple of congressman not to be ished with
day. But, knowing that her husbands ambitions only
began with the shr1evalty and that acquantance with
Influential would necessary his future, she did
not oppose him. The Jail well filled with prisoners
and she not yet used to living in close touch with
crime SO it was arranged that she should take baby
Stephen and spend the week of her husbands absence
with dear old friend living about five miles out Of
town.
Charlotte Pulling the most generous and
joyed hearty 5ovialty constant motherng quite
much her husband his genial companions
phenomenal Anderson
Lewis is prosperous county. In every direction
telephone wires stretched along the wekept roads
and all day long gossip and messages grave and gay
flash over them from farm house to another One
morning. it CHANGED that Mrs Ballantyne being alone
in the house. received message so
horrifyng that She paed she listened Uncle Joshua
Phiiipson of the best known and most respected
farmers Of the county had just been discovered lying
dead in his own house from knife wound and him,
her old head crushed by heavy instrument,
lay his wife-everybody's "Aunt Becky" of the
best beloved of the dear old helpful strong hearted
Hoosier of the pioneer generation.
After the first call the telephone kept up a con-
slant ringing; neighbor perhaps, accommodate
ing merchant in town. sending every news or
ruor as it came out BY 10 O'Clock known that
murder had been committed by two farm hands who
had lived the Philipson place. BY in after
a6pn one of them had been found hiding in empty
corn bottoms" near town At he was safe
in Jail at Blufftown, there hope of getting a
confession which would lead the
plice. About 4:3o o'clock Rose Rawdon Mrs Ballan-
tynes sister, called her from the telephone exchange
where she was employed.
II glad you there" she said. 'The town
Is awful! They say there fifty here from
lucky. and crossing the river all the time.
ever 50 many down from Riverbend n Athens and
iprh hOr h0N6 o1yorv
for ten miles round has town. The 1870 train
from Spring Grove was crowded. They say when
packet gets in and the evening train 1000
strangers the streets. say, Aice-droppin her
voice-"Fruman Wallace is trying to in lot
men to help guard the jail-a mob you know. am so
glad you aren't here Yes I'll keep posted. Good
by" ~
guest sat on the front porch Mr. Pulling dozed Mrs.
Pulling jounced little Stephen forth in rock
er1ess chair and the old camp-meeting tunes that
had soothed eight lusty sons of her Some
called from the sitting room
Mrs Bailantyne, there's a long distance call for
you"
She took up the receiver in trembling anxiety and
exclaimed at
"Oh. Stephen! where your"
cat said; "just got after the
riding I ever did, -s&
GLOW did you know about it?,
zone of the boys brought the to the camp.
Say. Alice. stay right where you I'll for you
.5. .sYou are coming home, Stephen"
Hush no one must know-by midnight, think
How you? It is impossble"
"But I WILL only promise to stay where you are
Get word to Truman that hold out if there is
trouble till come Good-by dear, haven't moment
Good by $50 ss$
Ballantyne went back the porch and sat
quiet. tho her heart torn with anxiety.
The birds twittering among the cedars in the
front yard. The first fre-fies darting the
meadows the breahed quiet of the country even
ing embodied them. Suddenly it like gauze
by long blood curdling sound. Mr.. Pulling
his feet. Good Lord" he gasped they've got the
blood hounds after that feow!"
The telephone bell rang. Simon Martin, living
town, called up the Pullings say: y
tint oxuifh how ado
the big road Amt in sight, but hear EN- Coming
. right your way!"
George John Mason, still neighbour called
little later:
1.-THE hounds in sight Bacon's hill, coming
hckety-split! Must be twenty folering buggies
and horseback Going myself. Be by your way pretty
now
Another ring and Jake Dowdy, wheeling with asthma
and excitement, managed to say:
"Them hounds jest passed here Wush't Merry would
LET R,1tn night air thoh In