The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1910-07-07
THE TEMPERANCE PROPAGANDA
CONCERTED ATTACK ON DRINE
WINNING ALL ALONG LINE.
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most origina. ~. .a.i mat ever lived
could prese I - unique situation
illustrative T. human misery as one
that came under my notice during a
recent visit to the Pacific Coast" re-
marked ID. r. Hughes, an attorney.
MY brother is connected with a
newspaper at Seattle, and one night
while in his office the story came of
the shooting of Judge Emory, of the
Superior Court. by a young man
named Chester Thompson. The dead
man and the father of his murderer
were bosom friends, perhaps each was
the others closest comrade and asso-
ciate. That had been their condition
for twenty years. The boy who killed
the Judge was his friend. The way
1t came about was this:
"One evening the young man called
to see some girls at the residence of
the Judge. Because of his fathers
relationship with the family, the boy
had always been welcome. This even
ing, however, he had been drinking a
little and the Judge-very mildly
and iscreetly-rebuked him. The
young man said something he should
not have said, and the Judge indig-
nantly ordered him from his house.
Enraged at his humiliation the boy
drew his pistol and fired, killing the
friend of his father
Now, comes the terrible part OF
1t. When the Superior Court met
there was a new Judge on the bench,
ana resolutions were offered i'm re-
spect to the memory of the one who
had been so suddenly called away.
Lawyer after lawyer spoke touchingly
of the dead jurist, and now and then
the audience glanced at Mr.. Thomp-
son, the father of the young man who
was so soon to be tried for the killing
of the Judge. He was very promi-
nent and were the situation different
that he would speak would be a mat
ter of course. But here, what could
he say? The man he loved was dead.
the son he loved had killed him. At
last all those who cared to speak. it
seemed, had finished, and the exer-
cises were about to be concluded.
Then, Thompson arose and delivered
the address which has become a
classic on the coast. / was fortunate
In obtaining a copy of 1t. Here it is:
1 think / can fully realize the
situation of one who, lost in the
desert in land of sand and dust and
drought, perishing of thirst, comes
upon F. tn made by the wild herds
in passing to and from some desert
spring and knows not which end of
the path leads away from or towards
the water. and who must choose or
perish.
Some of my brother ATTORNEYS
In great kindness have begged me to
speak in this hour, some have urged
me that silence is best. If l speak I
may regret 1t. If l refrain, l know
l shall regret it. Words sometimes
have strange power and make des-
TIMES. The greatest wizard of words
In our day but a few days ago told
us of the magician who put forth
some words and they became live
things, and ran about. Some of
them made their way into the hearts
or men and stirred them to the doing
or mighty things. But there are
times when words seem to lose their
power. They do not become alive.
and Will not go into the hearts of
men.
No august Power looks out upon
aSe-iong darkness now and says, "let
there be light" and light comes ont
OF darkness. No pale, sad man goes
down to the door of a tomb now and
says, Lazarus, come FORTH" and sees
the cold doors open, the cerements
lall away and the sleeper waken and
come forth.
I knew Judge Emory well. For
sixteen years we were friends.
knew ne was my friend, and he knew
l was his friend. Sixteen years ago
in hpnnfiff1
OF Lake Washington | watched the
ola herioc play of knighthood where
mounted men tilted with lances and
nocKed the Journeys of the old chiv-'
alflc days. 1t was a game | knew;
well, having witnessed il in the old
summer land of the South.
Emory was one of the successfuli
Knights who bore away the trophies
of that field, and | was chosen to
present to the successful knights the
memorials of their triumph. That
evening, in beautifully decorated
hall, hung with heraldic banners
Meade Emory knelt before me. and
there in the presence of the smiling
girl, who afterwards became his wife
] placed upon his young and curly
mead the laurel wreath that marked
his victory.
We were friends and ever after.
ana II words would do their duty now.
there Is so much l would like to saw
or him who sleeps. But words have
lost their power; they will not take
IRE Tor me. and run about, and go
into the hearts of men, and move
them as | would wish. l cannot
speak, but l can feel, and He who
watches while we mourn, knows that
II there were one, and but one, feeble
lingering ray OF light left in my dark
ened and silenced home. l would give
1t to illuminate the hearts of the
widowed wife and orphaned children
OF this man who has passed from us.
though | and mine should sit In dark,
ness while ever life shall last