Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1904-12-15

swINDLE WAS MADE EASY
Anti-Liquor Law of Indian Territory
Enabled a Sharper to Work
Off His Goods.


"About half the actions on the Grim
inal dockets of the territorial courts are
whisky cases." said Ben F. White, Of
Holdenville, l. T., according to the New
York Sun. "If an attorney likes to de-
fend such cases, he will find lots OF work
80 earnest is the government in iti
efforts to make the Indian ride In the
water wagon, that 1t provides a peni'
Tertiary penalty for introducing, sell
ing, giving away or otherwise dispos.
ing Of the eontraband. II you're driv'
ing with companion on frosty morn
ing, you may take nip from your nerve
reserve, but If you pass it to your seal
mate you are amenable to the law.
Joking? Not bit Of 1t. In my ca
pacity as lawyer l have been retained
to defend three young men at next
months assizes for that identical Of
Tense. The charge is that comradt
rendered his flask, and they fell. Thai
comes under the classification Of giyinf
away. The white man must be saved
hlOub Will luo luOAdu'
"a few weeks back q tall. red
checked fellow, wearing drab ulster
boarded the Katy trains smoker, bound
for Muscogee. l was In the next coach
TO the smoker, also bound for Muscogee
We were then IN Kansas.
1.-THE tall man carried q basket, vel
covered, and containing something thai
clinked. His eyes beamed good-na
turedly, and hospitality sparkled IL
every line of his sunset-tinted face.
HE deposited his basket and mean.
dered through the cars. When he mel
a man who looked resentful at the sun
baked prairies he sought to cheer him.
Fine day, stranger. but little dry
Coin into the territory
whats It to your the dusty travel.
or asked.
"'Oh, nothing-not thing on earth
only Ia bottle of brownish tingt
carelessly worked It's neck out Of the
ulster-T'm goin' down the line bit, an
/ thought as It was some warm an
dry, an so longs you can't get nothin
In the territory, maybe
"The passenger suddenly woke up ane
became interested
What's the tariff
Just dollar-a good half-pint-
Kentucky goods, guaranteed-but, what.
ever you do, don't open It right here
spotter just across yonder-there, that's
all right-thanks, very much. I'll trust
to your honor as a gentleman till-you
know
He sold 20 bottles at dollar apiece.
and when he left the train at Muskogee
he lit into the loving embrace of three
deputy United States marshals. The spot.
ter had wired ahead. II an officer oil
the territory is keener on the scent oil
any one thing more than another, it's o
boot-legger.
"A pair Of hands grabbed the dealers
basket, and another pair explored the
cavernous pockets OF the long ulster
There were few packages left.
"'Got you this time, old mani ex.
claimed the leader.
"'Got me! What've l been doin'H'
81 don't know; the Judge will find
out
"But, sayl'
"'Say what7'
Have one on me-
"The vender reached for one OF his
bottles, pulled the cork out, and passed
It to the marshal who had been doing the
talking. The officer, nothing loath to
sample the goods In the interest of law
and order, opened the flask and started a
stream on an investigating course But
not for long. The deputy threw the bot
tie savagely against WALL
What you call that miserable stuff?'
he cried.
STUFF! Why, it's coffee-genuine
Mocha; cost 80 cents a pound
THE marshal let him go, but his Gus.
toners are still looking for him"