Barbour County index. [volume] (Medicine Lodge, Kan.) 1880-current, 1904-11-30
sWINDLE WAS MADE EASY.
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.
$50 earnest is the government in its
efforts to make the Indian ride in the
water wagon, that it provides a peni-
Tertiary penalty for introducing, sell
ing, giving away or otherwise dispos-
ing Of the contraband. If you're driv-
ing with companion on a frosty morn
ing, you may take nip from your nerve
reserve, but if you pass it to your seat
mate you are alnenable to the law.
/ Joking? Not bit of it. In my ca
pacity as lawyer l have been retained
70 defend three young men at next
months assizes for that identical Of
Tense. The charge is that a comrade
rendered his flask, and they fell. That
comes under the classification of giving
away. The white man must be saved
along with the Indian.
"a few weeks back a tall, red
! checked fellow, wearing a drab ulster,
! 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
The tall man carried basket well
covered, and containing something that
clinked. His eyes beamed good-na-
turedly, and hospitality sparkled in
| every line of his substituted face.
He deposited his basket and mean
| dered through the cars. When he met
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?'
What's it to your the dusty travel
er asked
oh, nothing-not a thing on earth
only Ia bottle of brownish tinge
carelessly worked its neck out of the
ulster-I'm goin' down the line bit, an
l 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 and
became interested
What's the tariff
Just a 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 risht-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. If an officer of
the territory is keener on the scent of
any one thing more than another, it's a
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 1 been doin'?'
"T don't know; the judge will find
out
"But. say,'
Say what?'
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 p
he cried.
Stuff! Why. it's coffee-genuine
Mocha; cost 80 cents pound
Inc marshal let him 60 but his Gus
toners are still looking for him."