Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-09-13


to buy few groceries. This on Saturday. The
next morning, Easter Sunday the town was stunned
by news Of the murder of Horace Search and his wife,
aged couple living alone on farm.
Robbery evidently the motive of the crime, the
old man having sold half dozen head of steers
Saturday itinerant stock buyer. Who had knowl
edge of this sale and of the fact that Horace had not
to town to deposit the proceeds? This was the
question discussed in the automobile which, inside OF
hour after receipt of the news huming toward
the of the tragedy carrying Sheriff Bates, four
deputies and brace of bloodhounds. The Searches
nearest neighbor was Conrad Kan1schulte, thrifty
German of unimpeachable character. The next
est neghbor Jaff Jewell. But none of the men in
the cared to be the first to make this suggestion.
The bloodhounds being given the scent from towel
found between the house and the barn, which the
murderer had presumably dried his hands, circed the
premises few times and then led off baying exciedly
and lunging against their chains. They headed
straight for Kamschultes; but old Conrad stolidly
sucking his carved meerschaum pipe, explained that
his hired had been over to Search carly that
morning to borrow axle grease, and lad helped
himself without waking the old folks, who were known
to sleep late of Sunday
So fresh start made. This time the dogs
headed up Bots dare Creek and nosed along its snuous
until they intersected the narrow rutted wagon
road leading up Honey Mountain the turnbed,
eroded of Jaff JEWELS poor little farm.
Bates halted the party in the forest, quarter of
mile from Jaff's cabin
a
understand said he; "but under the circumstances
we'll have to arrest him. 1t won't be kid-gove job,
and if we our heads now we may save our hides
later"
The words had barely left his mouth when rifle
cracked up the slope. One of the hounds spas1nodi
cay leaped into the air and landed its back, motion
less except for the treulous reexng of its legs in
DEATH The men Jumped for cover.
TT the fifth day of the siege Some progress had
been made. The stockade, by means of ropes at
tached under cover of darkness, had been capped
three sides of the cabin giving the besegers many
unobstructed of fire. The six-pound brass how
tzer that Bates had borrowed from the army post
Jefferson Barracks had stripped most of the capboards
from the roof shattered the heavy doors and shutters
dsnantled the wellsweep, brought down the outside
stick-andclay chimney in clouds of dust and splntered
the log walls.
Nevertheless the enemy showed no signs of weaken
ing. His fire continued marvel of accuracy. An
posed foot elbow the firing line-stiD two hun
dred yards away-instantly elected shot, Six of the
original posse of twenty-four had been retired one
with perforated hand, two minus finger, fourth
with ball in his shoulder another with shattered
ankle, and the last with nicked ear Three others
had been hauled back to town suffering from myster
Gus disease which Doc Freeman dryly diagnosed as
3army collie"
Sheriff Bates in camp sheltered by ledge of rocks
down to breakfast of bacon fried eggs and muddy
coffee. His mood savage. He had just had
wrangle with two newspaper correspondents whose
dispatches had held him up to ndcue, and had ended
by ordering the whole corp of correspondents back
Karnschue's, with sulphurous threats to shoot the
first who should again appear on the scene OF
operations.
3Here the fifth day. he growled, still
poppin away at two hundred yards, with half dozen
wounded running expense of sixty dollars day for
deputies, twice that much for rifle ammunition, and
God knows how much more for that government gun.
Hot campaign stuff for next fall! Newspaper
porters rollin in here from all the country
like buns to barbecue and now the suggestion