The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1913-08-12
calling the transfer companies.
Profits for the Transfer Men.

Profits for the Transfer Men.
Ten minutes later Leavenworth's
| liquor supply which had come ovel
from Drydale only a few hours be-
| line, where it would be safe until the
! raid was over. Just how much
| Montgomery visit profited the trans
| fer men no one will ever know. But
| it is real certain that LeavenwortI
wasn't slow in getting her refresh
mentS beyond the state line or tC
some safe spot.
Up in the Owls club, though, il
was different. Brown admitted tina
he didn't appreciate the intrusion Of
| the law. But, still, he was polite
about it.
Take a drink on the house." sa
Brown to Montgomery. The report
er wanted to do it. but Sheriff Lar
er thing.
mo, thanks said Montgomery,
who was busy piling up a little noun
tain of kegs and cases and bottles and
glasses on the floor of the club room
Tom Larkin was at the telephone
calling for a couple of drays to haul
the wet goods and bar fixtures.
Say" suddenly petitioned Brown,
as he turned anXiously to Montgom-
cry, cant you forget that beer
pump? Honest, I borrowed it from
a friend and he doesn't know what
I've been doing with it,
But Montgomery was not charita-
BILE. A deputy sheriff took the pump
down stairs and loaded it in the dray.
what? You're not going to take
my ice chest? '' asked Brown.
Why" asked Montgomery.
Want to cool my soda pop in it,"
said the gentleman who presided at
the Owls refreshment BOOTH
sorry quoth Montgomery.
Here" he said, turning to a fellow
worker take this thing down
stairs"
And the ice box went to the court
house.
Took Everything in Sight.
For an hour Montgomery and Lar
kin worked at the Owls. They
searched the building and helped
themselves to everything in sight.
Two blocks further down the
Coleman was experimenting a raid
on ]. w. Bells resort. About 20 of
Bells regular customers were dis
turbed when Coleman took charge of
the premises. A big dray load of
beer, whisky and bar room fixtures
were gathered in the raid.
A man stayed in charge of the Bell
establishment while Montgomery and
Gibbs fastened over to Otto
Schmeckels place at Second and
Olson were operating on the ground
floor behind home made bar. For
a few minutes the liquor crusades
watched the thirsty Leavenworth cit
liens drink ice cold beer from the
kegs. Coleman and Gibbs edged up
to the bar No one paid the least at
tention to them. The bar keep
hummed a little song as he passed
out the foaming glasses of beer and
raked in the change. Coleman
edged up to the end of the bar.
Coleman's Presumption.
Let me run the place a WHILE he
suggested
The man in charge of the bar
bar looked at Coleman in surprise.
You are under arrest" said Cole
man, handing the man a warrant.
The barkeeper forgot his little
song. SchmeckeTs customers dropped
their glasses and started for the door.
But the door was locked.
Maybe this will make you feel
better" said the man in charge Of
the drink establishment, who was
still uncertain as to Coleman's iden-
tity. Then the barkeeper handed
Coleman a government license.
Thanks said Coleman. and put
the license in his pocket.
Fifteen minutes later the place was
a wreck. The kegs and cases of nice
cool beer were on their way to the
the pumps, ice chests and bar had
been loaded in the dray wagons and
another raid was over.
The crusaders met at the Owls,
where the draymen were still carry
ing away the clubs big Saturday
night supply of liquors. After a brief
conference all but one of the raiders
started for Martin F'itch's place at {
SOS Cherokee street.
But it was too late. Leavenworth
drays had been busy in that hour
since the raid started.
Fitch Was Glad to See Them.
Martin Fitch was sitting on his back /
porch. quietly smoking his pipe.
why, good evening, sheriff" /
greeted Fitch as Tom Larkin headed
the procession up the back stairs.
Hello, Coleman; good evening, !
sang Fitch. as he rec |
ognized the raiders. Come right in. |
rather warm evening. isn't it? Why, /
you haven't been over here for sew Z
aral days, have you?" sighed Fitch, /
whose tone indicated that he was dis
appointed at the late arrival of the !
officers.
Really, ] haven't got a drop. Quit |
entirely" confided Fitch, as he led |
the officers into his esta blishment.
For 20 minutes the officers ran
sacked the place. Everywhere there |
was a familiar odor. But never a |
1rop to drink. A door adjoining /