The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1907-08-15

tiated claim that Cory entered the
room with drawn pistol. No pistol
was found in the room. The weapon
with which the deed was accomplished
was found upon the person Of the MUIR
derer when he was seized by the police,
one chamber discharged. Another re-
Dolver was discovered upon the person
Of the woman when she was arrested
on the scene Of the crime. This upon
being strictly Intercepted she said she
had picked up from the floor in the
confusion, thinking it was her hus-
bands and hoping to conceal it. The
chambers were full and undischarged,
and we have heard it surmised that
the defense means to claim that it was
Cory's. Cory doubtless went on his err
rand Of forgiveness unarmed, and be-
yond doubt the second weapon belong
ed to the woman herself, who has an
unenviable record.
The point Of it all Is plainly this:
! Here is an unquestionable murder in
j the first degree, and the people of this
city and county are outraged and in
censed that such crime should have
, been committed in their law abiding
and respectable community. With
whom does the fault lie? On whose
head is this murder? Not with the au-
thorities, for they do not countenance
crime. Has it come to pass that, count
! ing on juggleries Of the law, criminals
believe that they may kill, main, burn
and Stay as they list without punish
ment? Is this to be another instance
Of the laws delays and immunity for
hideous crime, comprised by cum
ming and cynical trickster of legal
technicalities? The people of Canaan
cry out for a 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, and the limit of Canaan's patience
has been reached.
! "One last word, and we shall be glad
to have its significance noted. ]. 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
/ anu Office, wherever people tutked 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 if ever any man de-
served hanging that there Fear de-
served this lawyer along with him.
T1psy men hammered bars with fists
and beer glasses, inquiring 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 as he
passed stared him in the face and said
"1ah!' 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 shysterv'
Joe looked at him gravely. "Mv
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 bad potato
from an open barrel and threw it at the
mongrel, who had paused to examine
the landscape. The missile failed and
Respectability, after bestowing slight
~ injured look upon the clerk, followed
his master.
In the Office the red bearded man sat
waiting. Not SO red bearded as Of
Iere, however, was M. s3eehan, but
grtzzled and gray a4d, this morning
gray Of face, toy, as be sat, pefspirI1g
and anxious, Wfplpg q troubled hToW
With black silk Handkerchief.
Here's the devil and all IL nav a.
Ast joe" he said pneasiiy Oh the 9th.
ers entrance. 'This IS the worst
eyer knew, and I hate to say II. but 7
doubt yer pullin' it off,"
rye got to, Mike"
= hope on my soul there's q chanst
OF i! I like the little man, joe"
$50 do IT,
i know ye DO, my boy. But here's
this Tocsln kickin' Up tie public sent,
ffpqent, and if there ever was a folierin,
sheep on earth It's that same public
Sentiment" De