The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-04-07
CHATTER V.
T~IiE Canaan Daily Tocaln OF the
following morning "yentured
thu nAAnrllnnN IiInn Iia frnni

Pike mansion was one Of unaloyed
fcRtiylty. music and mlrth: fairy
bower OF airy tlgures waiting here and
there TO tho throb Of waltz strnlns: n
yerltable tumple OF Terpsichoro, shin.
Ing forth with myriad OF lights,
which. together with tho generous pro-
fusion Of forni decorations aud the
mingled delights afforded by Minds
orchestra of Indianapolis and Caterer
Jones Of Chicago. was In oil likelihood
never heretofore surpassed In elegance
In our city. Only ono Incident" tho
Tocsln remarked. "mafred Oh ether
wise perfect occasion, and out Of rc.
gard for tho culprits family connec.
tons, which are prominent In our 30.
ciai world. We withhold his name, suf
nce II TO say that through the vigilance
OF Mr, Norbert flltcroft. grandson Of
Colonel A. A. Flltcroft. who proved
himself thorough Lccoq Uhe ccle'
hrntcd French dc,cciivel. the rascal
was seized and recognized. Mr., fllt'
croft. having discovered him In hiding.
had Gordon VI walters drawn up
around his hiding place, which was the
chnrmlngls decorated side piazza Of
the Pike mansion and sent for Judge
Pike. who came upon the intruder BY
surprise. Tie evndcd the Judges Ia.
dlgnant grasp, but received well
merited blow over the head from a
poker which the Judge had conceales
about his person while pretending TO
approach the hiding place casually
Attracted 10 the scene by the cries Of
Mr Flitcroft. who. standing behind
Judge Pike. accidentally received a
blow from the same weapon, all the
guests OF the evening sprnng 10 view
the scene only 10 behold the culprit leap
through a crcyice between the strips
OF canvas which lncloscd the pidzzn
Tie was seized by the colored coach.
man OF the mansion. Sam Warden. and
Immediately pounecd upon by the cor
don OF Caterer Jones' dusky assistants
from Chicago, who were in ambush
outside. Unfortunately after brief
struggle he managed TO trip Warden
and. the others stumbling upon the
PROSTATE body Of the latter. to make
bis escape In the darkness"
Not quite mile above the northern
most OF tho factories on the water front
there projected Into the river near the
end OF the crescent bend above the
town long pier. relic OF steamboat
days. rottng now and many years
fallen from Its maritime uses, About
midway Of its length stood n huge,
crazy shed. long ago utilized ms q
freight storcrvom. This had been
patched and proppcd. and dangerous
looking veranda attached 10 Il, over
hanging the water. Above the door
way was placed sign whereon might
be read the words. Beaver Beach,
Mixes Place" The shore end Of the
pier was 30 rulnous that passage was
offered by single row OF planks.
which presented an appearance 80 TEN
pornry aa well M Insecure that one
might have guessed their office TO be
something In the nature of a draw
bridge. From these 4 narrow path ran
through q marsh left by the recedlng
river to n country road OF desolate ap'
pearance. Here there was a rough In
closure or corral, with some tumble
down sheds which afforded shelter on
the night OF Joseph Louden's disgrace
for number Of shaggy teams attached
to those decrepit and musty vehicles
known plcturesquely and accurately No
night hawks.
BY 8 o'clock Joy at Mikes place had
become beyond question unconaned'
and the tokens Of II were audible for
n long distance In all directions. H.
however, there is no sound where no
car hears. silence rested upon the coun'
tryside unwl an hour later. Then a
lonely figure came shiverlng from the
direction Of the town not by the road'
but sinking through the snow upon the
frozen river. II came slowly, as though
very tired. and cautiously, too, often
turning Its head to look behind. Final
" II reached the pier and stopped as u
to listen.
Within the house above q plano Of
evil life was being beaten to death fol
It's sins and clamorlng Its last cries
horribly. The old shed ratified In every
part with the thud Of many heavy fee'
and trembled with the shock OF noise
an lncessant roar Of mems voices, pune
tuated with women's screams. Their
the riot Quleted somewhat. There waf
q clapplng of hands, and violin De
gan to squeak measures intended TO p'
oriental. The next moment the llstene'
scrambled up one Of the rottlng Pile
and stood upon the veranda, a shat'
ee red light through broken shut.e'
struck across the figure above tn'
shoulders. revealing bloody handker
chief clumsily knotted about the heaG
and beneath 1t the face of Joe Louden
Joe opened the door and went In Al
az the merry company (who were aole
turned sharply toward the door as
opened. One or two nearest the 200
asked the boy, without great curiosity
what had happened to his head. ~
merely shook 1t faIntly In reply ant