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The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-12
CITY NEWS
HORSNFLL is HELD
FOR LAND FRAUDS
Real Estate Man Is Bound
Over to Federal
jury

Charged with irregular and fraudU-
lent entries upon public land, William
L. Horsnell, a real estate and en-
ployment agent, with offices at so East
Seventh street, was, at the conclusion
of his preliminary examination before
United States Commissioner Spencer,
held to the federal grand jury under
81, 800 bail.
One hundred claims, of about 10000
acres of government land, are under
stood to be involved in the transaction.
The extensive manner in which these
frauds were alleged to have been per-
petrated before the suspicion of the
federal authorities were aroused is said
10 have been mainly due to the fact
that all applications for filing on home
sead lands bore the bonafide signature
or some person who had never used
his or her homestead right, and con-
sequently was entitled 10 homestead
entry.
The fraud alleged is that the persons
signing these application blanks were
not actual or prospective settlers, but
simply signed away their homestead
right for considerations of 500 or
thereabouts, and these applications
were forwarded by Horsnell TO his
agent or partner at Pierre, S. D., and
entries made, and the claims proved
up on without the further knowledge of
the persons signing the applications.
j. NJ. Lucas, a St. Paul piano sales
man, testified that he had signed a
blank application at Mr.. HorsnelFs re-
quest upon the promise that he would
receive 800 when he proved up and
that his expenses going out to the
claim would be paid. He never re-
celved any money from Horsnell,
neither did he ever see any further
papers.
The connection between Mr.. Horsnell
and his agent at Pierre was shown by a
letter which was introduced in evil
dence, and which was written to Hors-
nell by the agent regarding the filing
Paul.
This letter stated that This claim is
W!thln Pierre and is worth $1,000. We
VIII keep 1t ourselves. Keep track of
the girl, as she will make a nice bunch
OF money for us. We will live close to
the letter of the law in this"
MISS Goodkind testified that she had
ret MI. Horsnell through Mr.. Lucas
and that she had signed certain pa
pers' the exact nature of which she
aid not understand, and that she had
never heard of them since The an
plication signed by her was Introduced
in evidence by the government.
Lowell M. Pierce, a clerk formerly in
the employ of Mr.. Horsnell, testified to
the fact that the Pierre agent or part
ner had written Mr.. Horsnell request
ing him to hereafter send all appIica-
tiohs by express instead of through
the mail, as he was afraid they might
be tempered with
AT the conclusion of the examination
Commissioner Spencer stated that
probable cause for action was shown.
and that he would hold the accused to
the grand jury under 81 500 bail. which
was furnished by Mr.. Horsnell
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-12
STORk ALIGHTS ON
TRAIN FROM COAST
Baby Boy Is Born Few Miles Out of
ST. Paul

A Cheat Northern coast train, east
bound, was visited by the stork yes
terday afternoon when a few miles out
of St Paul. A telegram was sent ahead
and when the train pulled into the
Union depot it was met by city hos
pltal ambulance. The mother, Mrs.
John Papose of Toledo, O., and her
pape, ten pound boy, were hurried
TO the hospital. They were both doing
nicely last night. Mrs. Papose was on
her way from the coast. Her husband
who is in Toledo, has been notified
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-12
POLICE CHIEF NAMES
SPECIAL AUTO COPPERS
Six Members of ST. Paul Club Are Ap-
pointed Special Policemen

Six members of the st. Paul Auto
mobile club were appointed by Chief
O'Connor yesterday as special police
men TO enforce the speed regulations
during the coming season, at the re-
quest of the club. The newly appoint
ed policemen are: l.. A. Wood, George
knoche, Oliver Crosby, T. w. Short,
It. M. Neeley and B. A. Ledy
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-12
MIKE THE PIPER AGAIN
TRAVELS TO WORKHOUSE
Mr.. Gillen is Charged With Being In
4 toxicated and Is Convicted

Mike Gillen, better known as mike
the Piper" who has spent most of his
time at the workhouse for the last
ten years was yesterday sentenced to
lhat institution for thirty days Mike
was charged with being drunk, and al
though the complaint read second Of
tense, .thirty-second offense would have
been nearer the truth.
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-12

Panamas, broadcloths, medium
weight cheviots, clay serges and
fancy mixtures. The most modern
styles of the season. Box, side
plated and fiounce effects; we'll
worth 1900.
The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1905-03-12

Tailor made spring jackets of the
celebrated Dublin twist coverts,
handsomely strapped and finished,
stitched velvet on collar and cuffs
new sleeves, Skinner satin lined,
worth 1900.
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! had TO st"l, ana wait for him very
often going down the big hill. I was
mighty glad when we were leaving the
musty old house for good and had the
dog hitched with all our traps in the
wagon. II was n bright morning. and
the sunlight glimmered on the dew in
the broad valley. The men were just
coming from breakfast when VIZ turn.
ed in Mt David Brewers. A barefooted
little girl n bit older than I. with red
cheeks and blue eyes and long curly
hair that shone like gold in the sun.
light, came running out to meet us and
led me up to the doorstep, highly
amused at the sight Of Fred and the
wagon. l regarded her with curiosity
and suspicion at first, while Uncle Eb
was talking With the men. I shall
never forget that moment when David
Brewer came and lifted me by the
shoulders high above his head and
shook me as il to test my mettle. He
wife was working.
what do you think Of this small bit
Of a boyY' he asked.
She had already knelt on the floor
and put her arms about my neck and
kissed me.
cain no home" said he. "Come all
the way from Vermont with an OIL
man. They're worn out. both Nv 'em.
Guess we'd better take EN- in awhile"
"Oh, yes, mother-please, mother"
put in the little girl who was holding
my hand He can sleep with me,
mother. Please let him stay"
She knelt beside me and put her arms
around my little shoulders and drew
me to her breast and spoke to me very
tenderly.
please let him stay" the girl plead
ed again.
David" said the woman, II couldn't
turn the little thing away. Won't ye
hand me those cookies"
And so our life began in Paradise
valley. Ter minutes later I was play
ing my first game Of ~ spy" with lit
tie Hope Brewer among the fragrant
stocks of wheat in the field back of the
garden.
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pered, looking out into the night.

pcicu, iVOhIlR OUT INTO tne night
Purity dark" I said, but you
needn't he 'fraid. I'll take care o. YOU.
II we should meet n bear I'll grow,
right back Mt him. That's what Uncle
Eb toll me t do. I'm awful stout-most
a man now! Can't nuthin' scare me-"
We could hear them talking below
stairs. and we went back to bed. In.
tending to go forth later when ths
house was still. But, unfortunately 10,
our adventure, I fell asleep.
1t was morning when I opened nv
eyes again. We children look cd accus.
ingly at each other while eating break.
fast. Then we had to be washed and
dressed in our best clothes to go tc
meeting. When the wagon was at the
door and we were ready to start I had
d~oughnuts and bread and butter in ev.
cry pocket Of my coat and trousers.
got In quickly and pulled the blanket
over me so as TO conceal the fullncss ~
my pockets. We arrived so late / had
no chance to go to the dog before We
went into meeting. I was wearing bOots
that were too small for me, and wher
I entered with the others and sat dowr
upon one OF those straight backed seat
OF plain. implanted pine my feet felt q!
IT l had been caught In n bear trap
There was always such n silence in I'll,
room after the elder had sat down and
adjusted his spectacles that I could
hear the ticking of the watch he car.
ried In the pocket Of his broadcloth
waistcoat. For my own part, I know |
looked with too much longing for tbs
good OF my sou on the great gold chain
that spanned the broad convexlty Of his
stomach.
Presently l observed that a couple OF
young wome were looking at me ant
whispering. Then suddenly I became
aware that there were sundry protu
berances on my person caused 10y bread
and butter and %doughnuts. and I fel'
very miserable indeed. Now and ther
as the elder spoke the loud. accusing
neigh Of some horse, tethered to tn.
fence in the schoolyard, mingled with
his thunder. After the good elder had
been preaching an hour his big. fat
body seemed to swim in my tears.
When he had finished the choir sang.
Their singing was a thing that appeal.
ell to the eye as we'll as the car. Uncle
Eb used to say IT was a great comfort
to see Elkenah Samson sing bass. Hi.
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great mouth opened widely in thi
form Of praise. and his eyes had u will
stare in them when he aimed at The low
notes.
Ransom Walker. n man of great dig
nifty. with a bristling mustache. whit
had once been a schoolmaster, led thu
choir and carried the tenor part. Il
was no small privilege, after the elder
had announced the hymn. to see hin
rise and tap the desk with his tuning
fork and hold it to his ear solemnly.
Then he would seem to press his chin
full hard upon his throat while hs
warbled a scale. Immediately soprano.
alto, bass and tenor launched forth up.
on the sea Of ong The parts were
like the treacherous and conflicting
currents Of n tide that tossed them
roughly and sometimes overturned their
craft. And Ransom Walker showed al.
ways a proper sense Of danger and re.
sponsibIkty. Generally they got Il
port safely on these brief excursions.
though exhausted. He had a way OF
beating time with his head while sing.
ing, and l have no doubt it was a great
help 30 him.
The elder cape over to me after meet.
ing. having taken my tears for a sign
of conviction.
MAY the Lord bless aud comfort you,
my boy. said he.
l got away shortly and made for the
door. Uncle Eb stopped me.
sNV- ,@,r, Vlv.I.osp ...1 H.
his hand on my upper coat pocket.
"What ye got in there
"Doughnuts," | answered.
An what's this:' he asked, touch.
ing II Of my side pockets.
"D~oughnuts," repeated.
An this?' touching another.
THAT'S ~doughnuts. too" l said.
An this" he continued, going down
to my trousers pocket.
Bread an butter" I answered
shamefacedly and on the verge Of
tears.
"Jerusalem!" ne exclaimed. Must
a 'spected a purity long sermon"
brought 'em fer OIL Fred" | replied.
"Or Fred" he whispered. where's
he?"
l told my secret then. and we both
went out with Hope to where W. had
left him. lie lay with his head bc-
tween his paws or the bed OF grass
Just as I had seen him lie many n time
when his legs were weary with travel
on Paradise road and when his days
were yet full Of pleasure. We called
to him. and Uncle Eb knelt and touch
ed his head. Then he lifted the dogs
nose, looked a moment into the sight
less eyes and let 1t fall again.
"Fred's gone" said nc in n low tone
as he turned away. Got there ahead
Nv us, Willie"
Hope and sat down by the old dog
and wept bitterly.
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"Y0u shall get learning and trenlth."
this boy amt a-goin' t be with putty
on a farm. Look a them slender
hands.
There was a man come to me the
other day an wanted t hev n poem
bout his wife. that he'd jes' died. l asst
him t. tell me all bout her.
"'Waal,' said he after he had scratch
ed his head an thought a minute, she
was a dretful good woman t work.
"'Anything else?' ! asked.
HE thought ag'in fer a minute.
"'Broke her leg once he said. AN
was laid up fer more'n a year.
unjust "a suffered said l.
"'Not then he answered. 'Ruther
enjoyed 1t layin' abed an readin' an
bein' rubbed. but twas hard on the
children
"'Spose ye loved her I said.
"Then the tears come into his eyes,
an he couldn't speak fer a minute.
Purity soon he whispered Yes kind O.
CONFIDENTIAL. Course ne loved her. but
these Yankees are ashamed o. their
feelin's. They hev tender thoughts, but
they hide 'em az careful as the wild
goose hides her eggs. Toll an slave
an scrlmp an save-thet's bout all we
think w n this country, 'Tain't right.
Holden"
mo. faint right" said Uncle Eb.
u know I'm II poor, miserable critter.
Kind O out O. tune with everybody l
know. Allwus Q~uarrelel with my own
folks' an now l amt got any home.
Some day I'm goin' T. die in the poor.
house er on the ground under these
woods. But ! tell ye"-here he spoke
In a voice that grew loud with feeling
"mebbe I've been lazy. as they say. but
I've got more out o my life than any o.
these fools. An some day God II hon.
or me far above them.
u know Dave Brewers folks hev got
brains an decency. but when tibet boy
10 old enough Z take care o. himself
let him GIT out O. this country. tell
ye he'll never make a farmer. an II hs
marriss an settles down here he'll git
{ be . poet msbbe or some such shift
less cuss an die In the poorhouss.
Guess ] better git back Z my b'ilin'
now. Good night" he added. rising
and b~uttoning his old coat % hs walk
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III remember most pleasantly
wIIfo the days that were sweetened
00&RaD with the sugar making. When
the sun was lifting his course in the
clearing sky and March had got the
temper of the lamb and the frozen
pulses Of the forest had begun to stir,
the great kettle was mounted in the
yard and all gave a hand to the wash
ing Of spOuts and buckets. Then came
tapping time, in which I helped carry
the buckets and tasted the sweet flow
that followed the auger's wound. The
woods were merry with nj shouts. and
shortly n could hear the heartbeat Of
the naples in the sounding bucket. 1t
was the reveille Of spring. Towering
trees shook down the gathered storms
of snow and felt for the sunlight. The
arch and shanty were repaired. the
great iron kettle was secured and lifted
to its place, and then came the boiling.
1t was a great, nm inestimable privi.
lege to sit on the robes Of faded fur in
the shanty and hear the fire roaring un-
der the kettle and smell the sweet odor
Of the boiling sap. Uncle Eb minded
the shanty and the ire. and the woods
rang with his merry songs. When I
think of that phase of the sugarlng
am face to face with m Of the great.
est perils Of my life. My foster father
had consented to let me spend a night
with Uncle Eb in the shanty, and I was
to sleep on the robes. where he would
be beside me when he was not tending
the ire. 1t had been q mild. bright day,
and David came up with our supper at
sunset. lie sat talking with Uncle Eb
for an hour or so. and the woods were
darkling when he went away.
When he started on the dark trail
tina. led to the clearing ! wondered ut
his courage-it was 80 black beyond the
hrelight. While we sat alone I plead
for n story, but the thoughts Of Uncle
Eb had one to roost early In a sort OF
gloomy meditation.
"Be still, my boy" said he, IAN go t
sleep. l amt a-goin' T. tell no yarns an
git ye all stirred up. Ye 20 T. sleep.
Come mornin' we'll 60 down e the
brook an see II we can't nnd q mink
or tew n the traps"
I remember hearing . great cracking
Of twigs in the dark wood before
slept. As l lifted my head Uncle Eb
whispered "Hark!" and We both lie.
tened. A bent and aged figure came
stalking into the nrelight. His long
white hair mingled with bis beard and
covered his coat collar behind.
Don't b. scairt." said Uncle Ub.
"'Tain't no bear. It's nuthin' but Q
poet"
knew him for q man who wandered
much and had q rhyme for every one
q kindly man. with Q reputation for
lasiness and without any home.
"Bilin'. ehf' said the poet
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"Bilin'," said Unee Cb.
I'm bIlin' over n the next BUSH
said the poet. sitting down.
"How's everything In Ji~ngleviller
Uncle Eb inquired.
Then the newcomer answered:
well. neighbor dear, in Jingleville
We live BY faith. but we eat our fll.
An what w'u'd we do II II want fei
prayer?
Fer We can't raise a thing but whiskerl
an hair"
Gurus how you can talk po'try,'
said Uncle Eb. "The only thing I've
got agin you Ia them whiskers an tibet
hair. 'Tain't Christian"
"'Tain't what's on the head, but
what's in It - thct's the important
thing" said the poet. did I ever tell
ye what I wrote about the birdsY
don know g We ever did," said Tn.
Gle Eb, stirring his fire.
THE boy'l like IT mebbe." said he,
taking a dirty piece of paper out Of his
pocket aud holding 1t to the light.
The poem interested me, young as
was, not less than the strange figure of
the old poet who lived unknown in the
backwoods and who died, I dare say,
with many Il finer song in his heart.
/ remember how he stood In the fire
light and chanted the words in a sing
song tone. He gave us that rude copy
of the poem, and here 1t Is:
THE ROBINS WEDDING.
Young robin redbreast he'd a beautiful
nest. an he says TO his love. says he:
IT'S rendy now on n rocking bough
In the top Of n maple tree.
I've lined II with down an the velvet
brown on the waist OF a bumblebee."
They were married next day In tho land O.
the hay. and the iadybird an he.
The bobolink came and the wife o. the
same.
An the lark an the fiddle de dee,
An the crow came down In n minister
gown - there was nothing that he
didn't see.
He Huttcred his wing MS they asst him TO
sing. an he tried fer t clear out his
throat;
He hemmed an he hawed an he hawked
an he cawed,
But he couldn't deliver a note.
The swallow was there. an he ushered
each pair. with his linsey an claw
nammer coat.
The bobolink tried fer e firt with the
bride in a way tibet was sassy an
bold.
An the notes that he took as he shivered
an shook
He'd a sound like the Jingle Of gold.
He sat on a br!er an laughed at the choir
an said tibet the music was old.
The sexton he came-Mr. Spider by name
"a citizen hairy and gray.
His rope in a steeple, he called the good
people
That live in the land o. the hay.
The ants an the squgs an the crickets an
bugs came out in a mighty array.
Some came down from Barleytown an the
neighboring city O Rye.
An the little black people they climbed
every steepie
An sat looking up at the Sky.
They came fer I sec what a wedding
might he. an they furnished the cake
an the pie.
remember he turned to me when he
had finished and ooh one of my small
hands and held 1t in lis hard palm and
looked at it and then into my face.
"Ah, boy" he said. your way shall
lead you far from here. and you snail
get learning and wealth and win many
victories"
"What nonsense are you talking, Jed
Feary" said Uncle Eb.
"Oh, you all think I'm n fool an a
humbug cos l look it. Why, Eben
Holden, II you was wha. ye looked ye'd
be in the presidential chair. Folks here
n the valley think n Duthin' hut harI
work, most uY 'em, an l tell We now
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north v...,h,,o 81, On. III, ,,-... n.
K.a .o.r ~. .,...,.. ,.,s.n ,,n.u Il.
could di.cerr ths hsrs v,,r,,,. ~ +hs
d,stont hin, ana o.. a. 10 co,,,d sSe
,ys,o tb. noot y,h,to ho,,,os - ths 90.
tiers. children had como tbrce n,
them. Tho eldest = .on who b.d iept
hovne and d,od IN q ssr co,,ntrv ,one
before We came IN Paradise valley The
Youngest q bohv.
7 could NOT have en,or.d INV nav
homo more n 7 had heen horn IN q
7 had much pood NJ n motbor,o terder.
NOS. M doubt for 7 romomhor with
=,
"n". 'e"so VI pente unu eolil'.. .
.ay y. 'ne up vi h,lhape,n brewer th"'
MS' o'."'s muu meulu ncr s.ns'ns 40
'A .o'Ne ,Ae "'ue ''oo.
~ ne Hneec' 'oon'"s uowh az NE "nu
pr.' ~ oa's 'oe' VI ie"e"""s o'e'
~.
"ou .'', IL" U.s. u'u" III n'o'"'
M1!De' VIE n'""er nS"e'eu'
as" eoou =" ~ ""y
e" 'na. o.u query an ".to my
u "oNeu '"e"' " was nc"'e"
80 We "ei
~ NV anS"eieu
VII any ""e'e "e"r "ere' /" lt'
= won' ~
oe"," anu uesuh so"ins III me tne
e' w. uu'n rs i A"ow now
M. r.u ""y "u.Se'" siep.
WIN on'te -" ~ 'ne sarre' 'n".
- ''.s "i'e We c""'e ~ ."e
~. eoiuc" ~ se, oet'e,
"u vas e.o'.. ny give Ills ""n"
" NV WIZ .ne i"'n
Aue' vas 'ooA' Aoi n" VI. "S =" .n"'
alnp.e "lueIi"sS Vi aS i~haelna.'oh
alu Il ely vi 'ne S"'i. woAe us cenoes
eNe.! evening Aoi" .'ne. bears I'LL
p"n'ne'S p.o"'" !" Tie ueep 'h'che'e'
~. II S"i.'" '.on 4" n'."e. grip VI u.s.
ovinS oo'ue' anu h'o'c .e'iio'e' oh.'e
no r u s,e"' lavori'e ~ 'ne
,ainil'' anu D",iu hro"er came 10
Anow SUN t"a' no was soou man
~ "o.n NV eoa,u oe 'lus.su " ,ooN
ai'e' 'ninss. we nau no. peen tnere
,vn WIZ" neau Aoe'n speah vi
'o"' 'on-anu us naNne
va o.. :" 'ne ups VI o'neis. ne was
Ivy VI oiA.een "Neh ne went away,
anu i ,earheu no n'ore VI MN uhti' 'one
ai.erwa'"
lhoh'n OF more atter we came 10
Iara"a1 = re'neinoer we went cross
io's III d o,s ooA wagon 70 'he rcnar
on 'he III, anu ea'nereo apples that
ie' !" q snower "nen oncie Ell went
up " snaAe 'ne." GOWN linen came
'le raw uays oi 'a'e octooer' "neh the
1--WE" wen, "'ine sou.nwa!d oe.ore the
~aa no's' plrs'e neet tnut n'led the
eAy ). wne. we an put Oh
o"r "'''ens anu went oo~h the wind
ing ~" pa'hs 10 tue grove OF Dutter.
NUS III 'he pasture Inc great FOOT OF
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heard my good old friend tell the story
Of our coming west until its every Incl
dent was familiar to me az tho alpha
bet. Else ! fear my youthful memory
would have served me poorly for a
chronicle Of my childhood 80 exact and
90 extended 40 this ] have written.
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CHAPTER VIII.

~ RANDMA BIsNETTE came
" from Canada to work for the
80 Brewers. She was a big,
" cheerful woman with q dia.
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p IX.

HE dfth summer was passing
since We came down Paradise
road-the dog, Uncle Eb and
/. Times innumerable | had
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CHAPTER VII.

= all that long season Of snow
I remember most pleasantly
the days that were sweetened
with the sugar making. When
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vi,

I")I1~ lone pine stood in Brewers
pasture. just clear Of the
ls@S1Se woods. When the sun rose
yES4 one could see its taper shad-
The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1905-12-31

number of bricks he carried them to his
room, broke them to pieces, ground the
fragments to dust and wrapped por-
tions of this into neat paper parcels,
labelling them Flea Powder
Then he sauntered up and down the.
streets crying, s Flea poudaire, flea
poudaire. Customers were numerous
and his spirits rose accordingly. Fin
ally one woman purchased all the pack
ages that he had left.
Betaking himself to the brickyard
for more material, it was not long be-,
fore he CHANGED to pass the home Of
this woman who had purchased so many
packages of . flea POWDER She heard
him crying his wares and opening the
window she berated the Frenchman
soundly for selling spurious goods, say
ing that the powder did no good at all.
"Ah, madame" he cried. "You no
understand the use Of re flea poudaire.
First you catch re feayzen you tickle 20
petite flea ounder re petite rib, and
when he laugh, ha, ha, you poke re
poudaire in hees throat and choke him
to death; oui. -
" Ernest H. Pierson,
.~ -.a= 240 Ninth Avenue N.