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The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-20
.LUTES MYSTERY IS
 BECOMING DEEPER
Officers Leave EtOwah for
 Fayette for Hunter
KILLING ACCIDENTAL
W. H. Carter, Ex-Treasurer of Mar shall, Probably Fatally Hurt by Fall From Barn-Hart Fig
 uring on Route for Cars

Gadsden. December 1a.-(speeiall- uty Sheriff Rud Lister left here today for covin, Fayette county, where he will get Frank Hunter. the third man wanted in the Lutes murder case. Although both St. Clair and Etowah counties have equal Jurisdiction in the matter. as the scene of the crime was on the line between the two. it is probable that the trial will be held in Gadsden. Nothing can be learned as the cause for the recent arrest of Me- Lemore, Knight and Hunter, and che mystery is becoming deeper.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-20
Prior Claims

From the Houston Post
 Did you see the diamond agement ring George gaze me%' Did see it? I'm the first girl that wore it"
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-20

A few details were received here today of a shooting in the extreme northwest ern corner of Marshall county. Wiley Hardin and VIII Randell, 1t is said, shot Will Smith. It is known that Smith either is dead or is fatally injured. Noth- ing can be learned as to the cause of the tragedy, and Marshall county officials probably will investigate.
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Loui Hart Of the Gadsden, Bellevue and Lookout Mountain railroad. says that the route for entering the city has not yet been selected He wants 10 enter the city on First avenue if that street can be opened from Sixth to Seventh streets. Until that is decided. the laying of steel will not begin.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-20

Probably fatal injuries were received yesterday by Will II. Carter, formerly county treasurer of Marshall county, and father of Probate Judge Carter of that county. MT. Carter fell from a barn at his home near Union Grove
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-20

Sheriff Lister and deputies arrested Ar thur Smith. white. and John Henry Aber- nethy and Virgil Evins. negroes, on the charge of violating the prohibition laws The raids were made at LaGarde and Rock Springs.
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Because the list of jurors for the crim- inal division of the city court of Gadsden has been exhausted, Judge Bilbro will ad- iourn court tonight until the second week in January
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-20

At the meeting of the Chamber of Com meree Monday night, number of propo- sitions will be discussed. among these the location of new factory. the details of which are not now available. It is prob. able that the first meeting in the new year will be in the nature of banquet.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-20

Henry T. Bonnet. barber. and Miss Sallie Joe Turner daughter of Mir. and Mrs. M NJ. Turner. were married last night at the home of Mr and Mrs. JeG Farrar The wedding came as surprise to their friends.
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Bud Beason, a negro, was found guilty Of assault with intent to murder yester- day in the city court of Gadsden but Judge Bilbro has not yet pronounced sei- tence. His. victim was Luther Holloway, a white man, whom the negro hit over the head with a pick while working at the Zuber mines.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-12-20

The schools of Gadsden will close to- morrow for the holiday Veation until January l.
The Washington herald., 1912-08-18

she didn't seem to care at all. suppose
anything is better than prison.
This was DR.. Ethel Smyth herself
England's greatest woman musician, who
wrote operas and symphonies which were
hailed as masterpieces years ago in every
country but her own. She got the suf-
frage fever fairly recently and Joined the
militants, went of by herself. smashed
a window, and said to the policeman that
arrested her:
Yes. did 1t with my little hammer"
Then she marched to prison like a lamb
and endured all the discomforts without
a murmur. In fact. she didn't mind them.
She only felt one thing keenly. she has
told me, and that was for the first time
in her life she was without a piano.
The suffragettes are pretty proud Of
having her in their ranks.
All round the meeting policemen were
stationed. Trouble was certainly expect
ed. for there were enough hobbies to
quell a multitude. but very early in the
game knew nothing was going to hap
pen. The whole attitude of that crowd
was good natured.
l began to ask myself where the bitter
feeling came In. Here was an oppor-
tunity for those who have rallied against
the suffragettes for weeks past. Why
didn't they come and speak up and throw
things?
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Well. all I know is. they didn't
l couldn't seem to make up my mind
which platform to strike for first, was
so busy studying the scene as a whole.
1t was awfully impressive. somehow. It
made kind OF lump come into my throat
and my goggles got all moist. but that
may have been the weather, which by
this time was a very fine and lifelike
Imitation of q dog day in little old New
York.
We'll" said I to myself, I'll go and
hear a few choice words from Sylvia OF
the Pankhurst clan" She seemed like
an old friend. having been TO America TO
enlist our sympathies for her sister suf-
fragettes
Sylvia was holding forth in great style
She doesn't often get chance to speak
In London. She is relegated to the Five
Towns district mostly, but with Christabel
in hiding and mother in Switzerland re-
cuperating from the way she was forced
to take her food in prison. Sylvia had
a chance to come up to town, and had
a feeling she was rather enjoying II.
She's very thin and very earnest. I'm
afraid she hasn't anything in the sense
of humor line. She has inherited her
mothers sob-in-the-voice. but the roguish
smile that descended to Christabel
stopped there and didn't pass on to Syl-
via. who iS younger.
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Keir Harde, Sylvia Pankhurst, Dr.. Ethel Smyth,
General" D ummond, George Lansbmy and
the New Yorker, lnez Milholland, Were
Among Those Who Argued Their
Cause to Placid Crowds

young man who might have been taken
for an Apache any moment. He really
looked a desperate character. and I
thought It fairly probable he might IRE
bomb or an ancient egg at the speaker.
but not at ALL
Good old Ma Drummond." he beloved
again. and let it go at that.
Now General Drummond. as she is
known in suffragette ranks. is the most
militant Of the militants. She was a
Yorkshire factory girl in her youth. She
married a workman. and she is the
mother of a large family. The crowd
can't get any change out Of her. but they
tried to on Sunday.
why don't you go home and wash the
bybyr' piped a wan and wasted. nicotine
youth.
I'm going to when I've finished talking
to bybys like you," said Ma. and other
wan and wasted. nicotine youths jeered
at their companion.
Yes. the crowd heckled the doughty
little general all through her speech.
Sometimes her megaphone voice drowned
their sallies. Sometimes she returned
rough chaff with chaff as rough. but good
nature prevailed all the same.
Beside her on the platform was our own
lnez Milholland. looking as cool, fresh
and dainty as a rosebud. The people
murmured with appreciation when she
rose to address them and they gave her
all their attention Some bestowed 1t on
her superior clothes. some on her words.
A GRIM CONTRAST.
coster woman caught your Aunt
kate's eye. My, but those coster women
are devoid Of vanity. This one was typi-
cal. Her lank locks were fastened to.
gether IN sort of bun. confined with one
large pin and one only, so that there
were waits and strays struggling over
her ears and neck. and this coiffure was
crowned by a round sailor hat. She had
no teeth in the front of her mouth. One
Of her eyes was disfigured by a great
black stain and a purple and yellow
bruise adorned her cheek. A dirty shawl
covered the deficiencies of her toilet
She made that same lump come in my
throat. for she stood entranced, biting
her fingernails hungrily and gazing at the
immaculate lnez preaching rebellion.
"Lor' bless us.'' she said to nobody in
particular.
came 10 the conclusion there might be
more excitement where men were speaking
for the women. 50 I wriggled my way out
Of that crowd and made for the MEMS
League for Women's Suffrage" platform.
Here Joseph Clayton, writer and lectur-
er. was giving a most impassioned ora
tion. He was listened to In respectful
silence.
On the "Cymric Society cart a Welsh
minister was holding forth. nanked on
either side by women in the national cos
tune. Nothing dong there.
A curate spoke for the Church League
for Women's Suffrage"
Lawrence Housman. poet and play
wright. was talking on the platform OF the
MEMS Political Union" and here there
were male has bearers graybeards for
the most part
Herbert Burroughs represented the Fa-
bians. A colleen. with rosy cheeks. blue
eyes and a fine. rich brogue. hurled de-
fance at the government from the Irish
The Washington herald., 1912-08-18
Of the Militant Sufragists Enced Kate Carew to Hyde Park
The Occasion Was Not Brick urling, Win
dow Smashing, Minister Insulting Tournament,
but the. Delivery of Votes for Women"
Speeches from Score of Plat
forms on the Greens ward.

prepared for emergencies. so / took these
warnings to heart I lodged mounted po-
lice In my little two-by-four ROOM I
leaped upon the bed with the grace of an
antelope. to avoid an equestrian member
Of the force who might be entering the
door, and covered behind the table with
a ''don't-shoot" air-simply for practice
I got awfully supple and spry before
Sunday came. was ready for any sort
of attack. and / was fearfully excited at
the idea of being in the very midst Of all
these desperate outlawed women-the
"virulent. vitriolic vipers." as a wild young
reporter once called them.
The day came and brought what is known
by many as suffrage weather-cloudless
bright and very warm. The meeting was
at 3. as l have said. / know that we of
the so-called weaker sex may not be strict
ly punctual in private life. but when we're
In the public eye we're up to the mark, all
right, so 1 strolled toward the park about
ten minutes to 8.
1 was just going IN the Marble Arch
entrance when I encountered my first suf-
fragette on her own happy hunting
ground. I've seen 'em In America; I've
'em. as you are aware. but
this was my very first in England.
She was just a mere scrap Of a woman.
tiniest, slenderest bright-eyed white
haired old lady I've seen in a long time.
She was standing at the gates and she
held little sheaf of papers.
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League" and very pretty. elderly woman
(whom a friendly neighbor informed me
was Lady Stout stood upon the wabbly
cart OF the international Society for
women's Suffrage" In the gentlest ac-
cents she implored the crowd to fight for
their rights and for the cause.
The actresses had Decima and Eva
Moore and Adeline Bourne. all well known
London stars. as their mouthpieces. and
on the Women Writer'S" platform were
Evelyn Sharpe, a journalist suffragette !:
Beatrice Harraden. who has given time,
health and money to the cause. and Reg
inald Kaufman, who halls from Amer
lea.
George Lansbury. who recently made a
scene in the House of Commons about the
forcible feeding of suffragette prisoners.
spoke on the platform of the Independent
Labor Party"
Well, 1 Just kept on walking. searching
for signs Of bitterness, but the Sunday
school picnic atmosphere was prevalent
everywhere.
Then. all at once. really thought some
thing was going TO happen. At the very
furthest end Of the green a little figure
clambered up on a cart. The crowd
seemed to have a sort of brain wave, and
rushed madly in that direction. Most OF
US couldn't see what caused the disturb
ance.
"who is 1t? What is it?" queried of
all and sundry.
They say it's Mrs. Pankhurst" !" cried
a portly woman as she dashed past.
But 1t wasn't. 1t was a short man with
weather beaten face. a white beard.
tossing white hair and the most infiam-
matory tie I've ever seen.
1t was Keir Hardie.
He shouted and gesticulated frantically
and the crowd cheered him as frantically.
/ simply couldn't get anywhere near him.
so Just moved on.
The flags waved gayly in the breeze,
the Liberty caps bobbed and nodded. the
bright flowers on the women's hats
danced, and ribbons and streamers fiut-
tered @verywheees N-~as- quite q biz,
sessA ~ bArtN
The Washington herald., 1912-08-18
HAD KNOWN PRISON RrooRs.

"Oh. yes, thanks, I'm quite all right
now, but that forcible feeding does use
one up for time. Oh. yes, I'll see you at
Lady Meyers garden party. Tuesday"
She was one of 'em. That angel faced
young thing was a hammer thrower!
Surging crowds of men, women and
boys were gathered round all these plat
forms. Some Of them listened to the
speakers earnestly and attentiveiy. others
gazed at them curiously, nudged each
other and giggled. Stin others called out,
jeered and heckled. but met with small
encouragement
In the very centre of the gathering was
a pole with mammoth W. 8. p. U. flag
floating from it. Around this were one
hundred and fifty fine, fat bandsman in
bright red uniforms. They played the
"Marseillaise" and the stirring March of
the Women" written by DR.. Ethel
Smyth. On a sort of improvised stage, ar
SO she could lead the musicians.
was tall. slender woman, with a keen,
humorous face. She wore kind of white
and lilac nightis which. I'm told, was an
academic robe. Her head was bare, and
he pitiless sun-t bat down up6n It; but
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sether. Gaunt. weary. haggard men. who
seemed scarcely able TO support their
heavy banners. Many. quite exhausted.
flung themselves down on the grass, their
women sat by them alphabetically, their
barefooted children tried to play about.
and the band continued TO drone forth
the "Marseillaise.
Mr.. Lansbury came from the female
outlaws to the male and addressed them,
and all appeared to be going most peace
fully, when suddenly there was a tussls
between two men. Then dozens Joined In.
We were all hurled right and left And
in the twtnkling of an eye the mounted
police We're down upon US
Oh. girls. 1t was an awful moment
I thought your Aunt Kate had penned
her last word and pencilled her las.
sketch.
didn't scream. though. Please under
stand that,
1 didn't even struggle. There wasn't
any use. The crowd swept me along, and
the police drove US into a corner and kept
US there until the belligerents were out Of
the way and things quieted down.
Wien was able to escape from the
various frightened men and women who
had rested on my shoulder blades and
leaned on my headgear and dug their
elbows into my ribs. I felt like a real
sardine. but only that. Nothing was
broken or bruised. so I Strengthened nv
hat, which poised on one ear. and tried
to pin my puffs tighter. but alas, they
had vanished. That was a real blow,
Well. had had my excitement, and IL
had left me decidedly limp and useless.
inst took a last look ar tb. cut
fragettes gathering up their parapher-
MALTA to go. and cast a sympat thetic
glance at the cowed and sullen strikers,
then 1 made for home and the cup that
cheers
My way was up Park Lane, where
aristocracy lives and the trappings of
wealth are displayed. All was very calm
there. Not even a murmur OF the battle
nor any of the frenzied defiance Of the
male and female outlaws had penetrated
this part OF London, the City OF Con.
trasts.
Next morning I had quite little sur.
prise. for hardly a paper mentioned the
suffragette meeting, and those that found
some space for it confined any descrtp-
ton to a few lines. I'm not criticising,
Of course. but after all a handful Of suf-
fragettes who break several windows get
a column or so devoted to their exploits.
Copyright. 1912. New-York Tribune.)
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Then all at once the music pealed forth.
and with one accord the suffrasettes and
their sympathizers began TO sing:
Comrades. ye who have dared,
First In the battle to strive and sorrow
scorned. spurned. naught have ys cared.
raising your eyes 70 a wider tomorrow.
ways that are weary, days that are dreary
Toll and pain by faith ye have borne,
wearing the wreaths that the brave have
worn
the crowd listened. for II was the
March Of the Women" No one teered,
no one howled or catcalled
honestly. 1t was solemn. Here were
tne hammer throwers. the brick beavers,
the furies,' with wrapt, earnest faces
singing a solemn. hymnlike chant to
thousands of people out under the cloud
less sky as peacefully and reverentially
as a band of crusaders might have
chanted when they went on a pilgrimage.
Strains Of the "Marseillaise" sounded
from another direction as the song ceased,
and a great moving mass. with more
flags and more banners, could be seen
creeping along at snairs pace to another
part OF the enormous stretch of green.
More suffragettes? / walked over to
see.
No. but more outlaws. more platforms,
more speeches
The dock strikers were gathered to-
The Washington herald., 1912-08-18
A CALL FOR cHRIsTABEI.

'She isn't as pretty as Christabel." I"
said a languid young man in white spats,
who trod on my toes to have a better
look at her.
Rather not" answered his companion
who sported a lovely mauve waistcoat
but was quite chinless. 'Christabers q
little bit of all right. I don't think"
Then, as If impelled by a superior force,
he lifted his voice and shouted:
where's Christabel?'
Sylvia didn't reply. She Just went on
working herself up to a frenzy of excite
ment over what the government has done
and left undone. She was-er-slowing,
fairly freely. but she never even stopped
to mop her face. She did hold her hat
on, though. for every once in awhile a
torrid breeze came along and blew 1t
about, giving her a rakish air she did
not care to assume
No use telling you what she said.
You've heard II. There isn't anything
left to say. but she repeated all the old
things, as II for the first time.
where's Christabel?''s shouted several
others, headed by the young man in the
mauvs waistcoat. where's Christabel?"
why don't the police find out7"
laughed Sylvia. why don't your
And the crowd laughed with her and
let her continue.
At a nearby platform the biggest crowd
Of the afternoon had gathered. for Gen
eral" Drummond was speaking. and she's
a great favorite.'
Though have an impressive presence.
am short. SO I only got bird's-eye
view Of Mrs. Drummond. who also is
short, but fairly hefty. She hasn't at
all the kind Of figure for a sheath skirt.
and her general attire shows that she
doesn't care a brass farthing whether
she has or not She wore lot of purple.
green and white, and an anyhow slouch
hat
ydood ola, Ma prumnond.g e ma q
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going as sympathizer. I've marched in
suffrage parades. I'm a worker for the
cause. but don't hold with violence my
self, never did. so I could only attend the
meeting as an interested spectator.
Don't co." said anxious English
friends. The feeling against the suf-
fragettes is very bitter at present
There1l be crowds of hoodlums, and pos
sibly riot
1 thought it over carefully. I'm a per-
fectly brave woman, but I felt that same
sort of sinking I had when 1 took my
first steps in our own procession a few
months ago. / said sternly:
Pull yourself. together, Kate Carew.
Let's face the music and the British hood
lums and see the militants in their
masses"
Very well, then" quoth the anxious
friends when they found how determined
! could be, ''go II you must, but for good
ness sake dress in your oldest and most
.nconspicuous clothes. and II there are
mounted police, and they rush the crowd.
be sure to get out of the way"
Sounds pleasant and easy. doesn't 1t? .
As you know. always believe In being
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carts. really. but they were effectively
draped with yards of purple bunting and
each was carefully numbered, so that by
consulting the programme handed you
as soon as you came near the meeting
you could choose your pet speaker and
go as close to her as you could push
your way.
Around each platform was a Gordon
of youth and beauty. Yes, cross my
heart I'm not exaggerating. These "un-
sexed creatures" are very good looking.
The day of the dowdy, spectacled suf-
fragist, with her Sairy Camp umbrella.
is over. The suffragette. for the most
part. is young. pretty. alert and vigor-
GUS
These stalwart maideus who surround
ed the carts last Sunday were particu-
larly attractive. and I believe they
would have held their own very well in
an out-and-out scrap with the English
fiannelled youth of the present day.
Each girl supported a tall fiagpole.
Some Of these terminated in streamers
displaying the colors of the union rep
resented: others bore white silken BAN
ners with somewhat lurid inscriptions,
such as:
I'VE will vote like men. and not be
sold as slaves."
what rights are hers who does not
strike for them?"
Women. rise and fight for freedomI"
Crowning each fiagpole was a scarlet
Liberty cap, for 1t was the Fourteenth Of
July (the day the Bastile fell, in case
you've forgotten) and incidentally the
birthday of Emmeline Pankhurst, of
militant fame.
Do you know, think these cordons Of
young women were for protection as
we'll as ornament There were twelve
around each platform, and they were
Amazons. all right They could have
tilted with those fiagpoles as well as
the dukes and marquises who competed
at Earrs Court a while ago, and dare
say they could jiu jitsu a bit on the side
They chatted cheerfully as they stood,
and / heard one golden haired sprig Of
womanhood say to an inquiring friend:
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\ would have melted in the presence of
| such condensed sweetness. but nowadays
they're none of them to be taken in by
any womanly wiles. Their tempers are
rasped a bit at the edges. Probably the
burIy one felt she might heave a brick at
any moment. Anyway. he gave her an
other fierce scowl and vanished.
It seems you can talk your head of in
Hyde Park, If you like. You can collect
crowds about you, and you can infiame
them with socialistic and anarchistic ideas.
interest them in the suffrage, discuss the
government the insurance bill, the educa-
ton act, the Jews in Russia or most any
thing else. but you mustn't distribute leaf
let's.
AS didn't have any '.pypers," passed
through the gates unmolested and walked
along the path looking for excitement.
Far ahead of me, on the great stretch
of green where submerged England plays
and sleeps and speechifies. there was
fiuttering of flags, a sound of music. q
gleam of bright colors.
PLAY TO MASCULINE GALLERY,
There they are" exclaimed a girlish
voice behind me. THE horrid crea-
turesi"
OF course, she said It to the young
man of her choice. OF course, he cast
her an approving smile, and methought
heard a murmur of "womanly little
girl" and then some more talk of ''un-
sexed creatures"
i goggled in the direction where there
were stir and color, then trotted as fast
as I could toward the gathering. Many
trotted along with me and hundreds had
arrived before US.
My dears, this meeting Of the MILL
tants was wonderfully stage-managed.
PicturSqueness was the keynote of 1t all.
Flutterins in the sunshine were
streamers and banners of many hues
The green, purple and white of the
woman's Social and Political Union pre-
League, the yellow and white Of the
Freedom League. the red and white Of
the Independent Labor Party and heaps
of other blue. mauve and rose color flags
hung everywhere. There were flowers
and laurel wreaths. bandsmen In red
and gold, pretty girls in dainty white
frocks with Votes for Women" ribbons
slung across their shoulders. and crowds
of gayly dressed ladies. SO that the
whole, scene was brilliant and beautiful,
while the atmosphere was as sedate and
harmless as that of the Kings garden
party or a Sunday school picnic. In
fact I was So reminded of the latter
sort OF function that glanced round in
for an ice cream wagon or a
tent.
There were about twenty platforms |
placed fair distance apart. 81 that the |
speakers would not c6hhict Thsy wsrsl