Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1911-11-03

his big hand down on the desk, "OF
III"
Keep back there. somes." said
Gormly sharply as the man stepped
forward, his face afame. Il can deal
with the man. Connell," he contin-
ued, you are going to sit right there
until I've finished with yOu. Now,
Somes," he said. you stand right be-
hind him. and If he attempts to get
out Of his chair keep him down"
You're assaulting an oficer Of the
law!" roAred the chief. swapping his
fingers.
You ought to be man enough to
know that the games against you 10
far" said Gormly, "and keep quiet un
til / get through. Then Ill give you
a chance to talk. Are you ready now.
Mr.. Chaloner?
quite ready, sir" was the imper-
.urbable answer Of that most excel
lent young man.
"Ill begin again:
Tonight at half after eleven o'clock
Ben Cornell, the chief of police of the
city of New York, called at my apart.
ment. He came unaccompanied and
wearing plain clothes. The object OF
| his visit was to demand of me that I
should withdraw as a candidate for
the mayor of New York; that / should
request the people who had honored
me with their support to vote for,
Warren; that | should declare my be-
lief in the integrity of the Gotham
Freight Traction company and the
purity Of the Sachem society, of which
he Is an honored member. The means
by which he sought to induce me to
take this course were a promise of
silence as to certain episodes In my
past career, and a threat of instant
publicity, including a possible arrest
II l refused. In the presence of my
private secretary, Philip Chaloner. of
my friend and servant, William Somes,
and Of the chief Of police. Cornell
himself, / am debating this state
ment,
twenty-five years ago | came to
New York. Since that time my ca
reer has been thoroughly exploited.
The detective force of the city, sup
plemented by whatever talent could
be procured or suborned, has had me
under investigation. To not one act
have they been able to point Of which
am ashamed, or upon which they
could fix an attack.
When l came to New York I was
nineteen years OF age. l was born in
Vermont. received a common school
education, graduating from the high
school when l was sixteen. My father
died before l was borE, my mother at
my birth. Some small property ac-
cruing to me was turned over to me
by my guardian IN my graduation
from the high school. / spent two
years at sea as a cabin boy, and then
drlfted west, finally bringing up Ut
XIII Devil Camp in Wyoming.
There l came under the influence
OF a m older than l. who thought
1t not unbecoming to her to beguile
and entrap the young eastern tender
foot who was just entering upon his
nineteenth year. / was young, mex
perienced, impressionable; / fell com
pletely under her influence. There is
something to be said for her, poor
woman. She was married to a drunk
en- brute of a husband, a miner, 8
gambler, who was not only unfaithfuI
to her, but who abused her fright
fully. i think my sympathies more
than my affections were engaged.
had a chivalric desire to help her, ,
boys reverence for womankint
abused and suffering, a q~uixotic spiri
OF knight %errantry, Of which even nov
l am not ashamed.
Il had still some little money left
and resolved to take her away from
her intolerable life. / do not wish t
| shelter myself behind a woman; bu
| have always told the people of New
York the exact truth, and l am dc
ing 1t now. We had planned to leav
1 the camp on a certain night and rid
south to the Union Pacific. Tha
night was the night of the great bill;
card Of 1882, which Is still remen
bered In the west. It was very lat
when | reached her cabin with til
horses. The woman was ready fc
me, waiting eagerly in fact. Her hui
band had recently won a small sum
money by gambling. That money sh
took with her.
I'VE had turned to the door to G
out, although 1t was almost certai
death to be abroad in such a storm
when her husband entered the room
How he knew, or whether he knev
what we were going to do, l came
- say. At any rate. he was there. +
y covered me with a gun; I was entir
as ly helpless.
II worked In a desperate hurry, ar
at last got my hand OF the butt
: my pistol. I saw from the look of h
- eye that l would have little time
:. draw 1t. / realized that unless l cou
-. l was a doomed man. At that |
:. slant there was a fash and a repo
=. in the room. Immediately after Il
=. man pulled the trigger Of his. ov
pistol, but the bullet went wild. I
sank down on his knees, and fell ba'
dying. / dropped my own weapon al
" hort over him There was a hole