Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1907-05-22

ASo0 10 Ills LAuINei! NOt viii Tue du-
thorities, for they do not countenance
crime Has it come to pass that. count
ing on juggleres of the law. criminals
believe that they may kill, maim burn
and Stay as they list without punish
ment? Is this to be another instance
of the laws delays and immunity for a
hideous crime, comprised by a cum
ming and cynical trickster of legal
technicalties? The people of Canaan
cry out for speedy trial, speedy con-
viction and speedy punishment of this
cold blooded and murderous monster
If he is not dealt with quickly accord
Ing to his deserts the climax Is upon
us. dnd the limit of Canaan's patience
has been reached.
"One last word, and we shall be glad
to have Its significance noted. j. Lou
den, ESQ.,, has been retained for the de-
Tense! The murderer before being ap-
pretended by the authorities went
straight from the scene of his crime to
place his retainer in his attorneys
pocket! How long is this to last?"
The Tocsin was quoted on street
corners that morning, in shop and store
and office, wherever people talked Of
the Cory murder, and that was every
where, for the people of Canaan and
Of the country roundabout talked Of
nothing else Women chartered of it
In parlor and kitchen; men gathered In
small groups on the street and shook
their heads ominously over it; farm
ers, meeting on the road, halted their
teams and loudly damned the little
man In the Canaan Jail; milkmen lin
gered on back porches over their cans
to agree with cooks that it was an aw-
full thing and that IL ever any man de-
served hanging that there Fear de-
served this lawyer along with him.
Tipsy men hammered bars with fists
and beer glasses, lnquiring If there
was no rope to be had in the town, and
Joe Louden, returning to his office
from the little restaurant where he
sometimes ate his breakfast, heard
misses following him along Main street.
A clerk, a fat shouldered, blue apron
ed, pimple checked youth. stood In the
open doors of grocery and us he
passed stared him in the face and said
yah" with supreme disgust.
Joe stopped "Why?" he asked
mildly.
The clerk put two fingers in his
mouth and whistled shrilly in derision.
you'd ort to be run out O. town.! he
exclaimed.
II believe" said Joe, that we have
never met before"
go on, you shyster"
Joe looked ut him gravely. any
dear sir" he returned, you speak to
me with the familiarity of an old
friend"
The clerk did not recover so far as
to be capable of repartee until Joe had
entered his own stairway. Then, with
bitter sheer, he seized q bad potato
from an open barrel and threw it at the
mongrel, who had paused to examine
the landscape. The missile failed and
Responsibility, after bestowing slight.
ly injured look upon the clerk, followed
his master.
In the office the red bearded man sat
waiting. Not SO red bearded as of
yore. however, was Mr.. Sheehan, but
grizzled and gray and, this morning,
gray of face, too, as he sat, perspiring
and anxious, wiping troubled brow
with black silk handkerchief.
Here's the devil and all to pay at
last, Joe,9 he said uneasily on the 9TH
er's entrance. This is the worst
ever knew, and hate to say 1t, butt
doubt yer pullin' it off,"
1--WE got to, Mike"
II hope on my soul there's chanst
of it! like the little man, joe"
$50 do l."
81 know ye do. my boy. But here's
this Tocsin kickin' up the public sentl-
ment, and If there ever was follerIn'
sheep on earth it's that same public
sentiment"
"If It weren't for that'-Joe r,nng
himself heavily in chair-'.thera'd
not be SO much trouble. It's a ciear
enough case"
"But, don't We see," interrupted Shee-
han, "the Tocsin's tried it and convict
ed him aforehand? And that If things
keep goin' the way they've started to.
day the gram jury's bound to indict
him and the trial jury to convict him?
They wouldn't dare not to. What's
more, they'll want to. And they'll
rush the trial, summer or no summer,
and"-
~ know; know"
"l'll tell ye one thing" said the 9TH
er, wiping his forehead with the black
handkerchief, land that's this, my boy:
Last nights business las just about
put the cap on the Beach fer me. I'm
sick of it, and I'm tired of it. I'm
ready to quit, SIR"
Joe looked at him sharply. Don't
you think my old notion of what might
be done could be made to pay?"
Sheehan laughed. "Whoo. You and
yer hints, Joe! How long past have We
come around me with 'em? 4 b'lieve
We cd make more money, AIike'-tllut's
the way ye'd put tiff We altered the