The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1904-11-24
PRESIDENT CANTOR OF MAN
HAITIAN DESCRIBES A DAYS
VACATION EXPERIENCES.
Fishing in West Virginia-Mountain
Host Lynched by Neighbors for
Murder-His Faithful,
Heroic Wife.
By Jacob S. Cantor.

North rivers, contains enough anus
ing and adventurous experiences" &c
stock the largest library Mr. Carnegie
ever endowed, yet this story does not
deal with Manhattan. In fact, the only
Manhattan feature in the story is Man
haitian borough's president-mySelf.
Vacation Haunt.
For a month every summer it has
long been my delight to leave civic
cares behind me, and. clad in rough
tweedS, TO repair TO a certain noun
famous county in West Virginia, not
very far from Huntington. There
near To natures alleged heart, | for
get official life and remember nothing
except that the air is like iced wine,
that fishing and hunting are in album
dance and that it is good to live.
My constant companion on such
jauntS is Judge -. CAS- |. not he.
tell this story. have no right to bring
In his name Were to do so. every
New Yorker and many a man from.
other cities would recognize one Of
Americas foremost juriSts and noblest
mem
One day of our West Virginia So
iourn stands out vivid-even lurid-
In my memory. as combining the rarest
mixture of comedy and tragedy | ever
knew TO be compassed in so brief a
period
We were boarding at the cabin Of
one Jared Haskins, a sturdy, heavy
browed mountaineer. who was more
than suspected by the local revenue
officers of eking out his scanty noun
tain-farming by running a well-hid-
den and prolific whisky still. OF Jared
himself there was little to be said.
or the goou there was in him abso-
lutely nothing could be said. Had II
not been for his family We should have
early sought less gloomy landlord.
But his wife was one OF the braveSt,
truest women God ever made. Such
a woman. in fact, as He. in His in
scrutable wisdom, so often sees fit to
lavish on the unworthiest men.
The three children of the household,
too. were the jolliest, brightest, sun
niest little trio it has ever been my lot
TO play with.
All this did much to atone for our
hosts glum taciturnity and even open
rudenesS.
A Mountain Murder.
The week before our arrival the
whole district had been shocked by the
brutal murder Of an old man in the
d tob oil 4
settlement. The murdered man was
recluse and had the reputation Of be-
ing a miser One morning he was
found on the floor of his shack. his
head beaten to pieces, while the ran
sacked condition of his one room
showed plainly what had been the mo-
tive of the crime.
Unwilling to await the slow process
es of the law, every honest man for
miles around had constituted himself
a detective. While some of the the
cries evolved were wildly ridiculous.
others seemed to show promise and
decided cleverness.
The judge was deeply interested In
the case, his judicial mind rising eager
II to the mystery.
On the morning Of the day l speak
Of We were to rise at dawn to fish
stream seven miles away from the
house.
AS lay on the borderland between
sleep and waking, in the dim gray of
the morning. it seemed to me caught
the sound of a woman'S sobbing. The
sound seemed to blend with my
dreams. and dozed again, only to be
stirred to semi-wakefulness once more
by the sobbing, which seemed to come
from The ground beneath me. This
time | caught the broken, pleading
murmur of woman's voice, hushed,
subdued. yet terribly earnest. It
seemed to be begging some one to go
away. | even fancied l could catch
the words: GO now-may De too late
only Chance-never mind us" and
then the disjointed words which had
seemed to feel rather than to hear
died away, or else 1 sank into deepe~
sleep.
Off for Trout.
And the next thing | knew the sun
had risen and Haskins was yelling up
from the living room" into the little
loft where we slept, telling us it was
''sun-up an me-uns d better hustle
eff we wanted any fish tibet day"
We dressed and scrambled down the
ladder to breakfast. The fresh, smil-
ing face Of my hostess banished all
idea as to the reality of what I had
fancied I heard, and I laughingly set
down the whole experience to the
freaks Of half-sleeping Imagination
We bolted hasty meal, took up the
smack" the hostess had kindly pre-
pared for our MONDAY repast, and start
ed gayly up the mountain trail toward
the distant trout stream.
We had scarcely gone a hundred
yards when the judge halted abruptly.
with an exclamation.
my pipe!" he cried; 'to think I
should have forgotten my very dearest
and Oldest and strongest friend, when
any pleasure trip is afoot!"
And nothing would do but that we
must go back to the cabin, while he
hunted up that rank old briar that was
his constant companion.
We returned, our footsteps making
no noise upon the soft forest turf.
AS we reached the doorsteps our
ears were greeted by a sound that I
had once before that day fancied had
heard. It was the repetition of the
and with it came a woman's
hostess, as I now recog-
nized-in the gasping plea:
go! Go at once! 1t may be too
ate, as it is. The"
Haskins' gruff tones cut in here,
bidding her be silent. and (as her sobs
lroke forth afreshl threatening to