Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1915-03-11
copyright. 1918 BY W. !. Watt & Coz
CHAPTER xv--continued.


much secrecy, returned true bill. and
day later a considerable detachment
of infantry started on a dusty hike up
Misery. Furtive and inscrutable Holl-
man eyes along the way watched them
from cabin doors, and counted them.
They meant also to count them coming
back, and they did not expect the
totals to tally
Back of an iron spiked fence, and a
dusty sunburned lawn, the barrack-like
facades of the old administration
building and Kentucky state capitol
frowned on the street and railroad
track. About 1t, on two sides of the
Kentucky river, sprawled the town of
Frankfort; sleepy, more or less dishev-
eled at the center, and stretching to
shaded environs of colonial houses set
in lawns of rich bluegrass. amid the
shade of forest trees. Circling the
town in an embrace of quiet beauty
rose the Kentucky river hills.
Turning in to the gate of the state
house enclosure, man, who seemed
to be an fastener by the cut of his
clothes, walked slowly up the brick
walk, and passed around the fountain
at the front of the capitol. His steps
carried him direct to the main en-
trance of the administration building,
and, having paused moment in the
rotunda, he entered the secretary's Of
fee of the executive suite, and asked
for an interview with the governor.
Have you an appointment" the Sec
rotary asked.
The visitor shook his head. Serb
bling brief note on slip of paper, he
Enclosed it in an envelope and handed
IL to his questioner.
You must pardon my seeming mys-
teriousness," he said, "but if you let
me send in that note l think the gov
ernor will see me-"
Once more the secretary studied his
man with a slightly puzzled air, then
nodded and went through the door that
gave admission to the executives Of
fee.
His excellency opened the envelope
and his face showed an expression of
surprise. He raised his brows question
ingly.
"Roughloobing sort?" he inquired.
"Mountaineerf"
mo, sir. New Yorker would be my
guess. Is there anything suspicious?"
II guess not" The governor laughed.
'fftri.ber extraordinary note. but send
him in"
Through his eastern window the
governor gated off across the hills of
South Frankfort, to the ribbon of river
that came down from the troublesome
hills. Then. hearing a movement at his
back, he turned, and his eyes took In
a well-drossed figure with confidence
inspiring features.
He picked up the slip from his desk
and, for a moment, stood comparing
the name and the message with the
man who had sent them in. There
seemed to be in his mind some irrecon-
cilable contradiction between the two.
With a slightly frowning seriousness
the executive suggested:
This note says that you are Samson
South and that you want to see me
with reference to pardon. Whose
pardon is it. Mr. South"
my own. SIR"
The governor raised his brows
slightly.
your pardon for what? The news
papers do not even report that you
have yet been indicted" He shaded the
word yet with slight emphasis.
Il think have been indicted within
the past day or two. I'm not sure my
self"
The governor continued to stare.
The impression he had formed of the
wildcat" from press dispatches was
warning with the pleasing personal
presence of this visitor. Then his fore
head wrinkled under his black hair and
hts lips drew themselves sternly.
"You have come to me too soon, sir"
he said CURLY. "The pardoning power
is a thing to be most cautiously used
at all times, and certainly never until
the courts have acted. A case not yet
adjudicated cannot address itself to ex-
ecutive clemency."
Samson nodded.
Quite true" he admitted. IF an
nounced that had come on the matter
of pardon, it was largely that had
to state some business and that
seemed the briefest way of putting it."
Then there is something else?"
Yes. If it were only a plea for