Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-11-11
WHISKY SWINplE.
Made Easy BY the Strict Laws Of the
- Indian Territory.


inal dockets Of the Territorial courts
are whisky cases." said Ben F. White
Of Holdenville, !. T. IF an attorney
likes to defend such cases he will find
lots Of work.
$50 earnest is the government In its
efforts to make the Indian ride in the
water wagon that 1t provides peni-
tentiary penalty for introducing, SELL
ing, giving away or otherwise dispos-
ing Of the contraband. II you're driv-
ing with a companion on a frosty
morning you may take nip from your
nerve reserve, but II you pass 1t to
your seat mate you are amenable to
the law.
Joking? Not a bit Of 1t. In my
capacity as lawyer have been retain
ed to defend three young men at next
months assizes for that Identical Of
fense. The charge Is that comrade
rendered his flask, and they fell. That
comes under the classification Of CIV
ing away. The white man must be
SdNSu Will lhS
"a few weeks back a tall, red
checked fellow, wearing a drab ul-
ster, boarded the Katy trains smoker.
bound for Muscogee. I was in the next
coach to the smoker, also bound for
Muscogee. We were then in Kansas
1.-The tall man carried basket, well
covered, and containing something
that clinked. His eyes beamed good
naturedly and hospitality sparkled in
every line of his sunset-tinted face.
He deposited his basket and mean
dered through the cars. When he met
man who looked resentful at the
sun baked prairies he sought to cheer
him.
".Fine day, stranger, but a little
dry. Coin into the territory?
whats 1t to your the dusty trav-
eler asked.
"Oh, nothing-not a thing on
earth-only Ia bottle Of brownish
tinge carelessly worked its neck out Of
the ulster-Pm goin' down the line a
bit, an thought as 1t was some warm
an dry an so longs you can't get
nothin' in the Territory may be-
1.-The passenger suddenly woke up
and became interested.
Whats the tariff% he asked.
"-Just a dollar-a good half pint
Kentucky goods, guaranteed-but,
whatever you do, don't open 1t right
here-spotter just across yonder-
there, that's all right-thanks, very
much. I'll trust your honor as gen.
tleman till-you know!'
He sold 20 bottles at dollar
apiece, and when he left the train at
Muscogee he lit into the loving en-
brace Of three deputy United States
marshals. The spotter had wired
ahead. If an officer Of the Territory
is keener on the scent Of any one thing
more than another it's boot-legger.
"a pair Of hands grabbed the deal
ers basket and another pair explored
the cavernous pockets Of the long ul-
ster. There were a few packages left.
"'Got you this time, old man! ex-
claimed the leader.
"Got me! What've I been doin'?
"T don't know; the judge'n find
out
"'But, say!'
"'Say what?'
"'Have one on me-
1.-THE vender reached for one Of his
bottles, pulled the cork out and passed
1t 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 bottle savagely against
wall.
"'What you call that miserable
stuff?' he cried.
Stuff! Why, it's coffee-genuine
Mocha: cost 80 cents a pound
1.-The marshal let him go. but his
customers are still looking for him.
Macon, Mo-, Cor. New York Sun.