The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-04-23
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looking my presence" He turned to
CallCmb.
"Your coming, Sid, unless it was pre-
arranged between the two of you
(Which, since / know you, l know was
not the case) has shed more light on
this matter than the testimony of a
dozen witnesses. After all, I'm still
the governor.
The militiaman seemed to have for
gotten the existence of his distin,
guished kinsman, and, at the voice his
eyes came away from the face of the
man he had not wanted to capture, and
he shook his head.
you are merely the head Of the ex-
ecutive branch" he said. you are as
helpless here as l am. Neither of US
can interfere with the judicial gentry,
though we may know that they stink
to high heaven with the stencil Of
blood. After a conviction, you can
pardon, but pardon won't help the
dead. l don't see that you can do
much of anything, Crit"
q don't know yet what can do, but
can tell you I'm going to do some
hing" SAID The governor. you can
just begin watching me. In the mean,
line, believe / am commander-in.
chief Of the state troops"
And l am captain of Fl company
but all l can do is to obey the orders
Of bunch of Borgias.""
"As your superior officer" smiled
the governor, a can give you orders
I'm going to give you one now. Mr..
South has applied to me for pardon
in advance Of trial. Technically, have
the power to grant that request. Moral
iy, doubt my right Certainly, shall
not do it without very thorough sift'
ing of evidence and grave considera.
ton of the necessities of the case
as well as the danger Of the precedent.
However, am considering it, and for
the present you will parole your pris-
oner in my custody. Mr.. South, you
will not leave Frankfort without my
permission. You will take every pre-
caution to conceal your actual identity.
You will treat as utterly confidential
all that has transpired here-and,
above all, you will not let newspaper
men discover you. Those are my or.
ders. Report here tomorrow after
noon, and remember that you are my
| prisoner"
Samson bowed and left the two cou'
sins together, where shortly they were
joined by the attorney general. That
evening, the three dined at the execu-
tive mansion, and sat until midnight
in the governors private office, still
deep in discussion, During the long
session, Callomb opened the bulky vol
ume of the Kentucky statutes, and laid
his finger on section 1878
"There's the rub, he protested, read.
ing aloud: 1.-The military shall be at
all times, and in all cases, in strict
subordination to the civil power
The governor glanced down to the
next paragraph and read in part:
"The governor may direct the com
manding officer of the military force
to report to any one of the following
named officers of the district in which
the said force is employed: Mayor Of
a city, sheriff, iailer or marshal
(Which list" stormed Callomb, lis
the honor roll of the assassins."
"At all events"-the governor hat
!. derived from Callomb much informa
ton as to Samson South which thu
|. mountaineer himself had modestlJ
withheld South gets his pardon
j, That is only a step. / wish coult
) make him satrap over his province
9 and provide him with troops to rule it
B Unfortunately, our form of govern
a ment has it's drawbacks"
- at might be possible" entured TIT
) attorney general, ito impeach thu
sheriff, and appoint this or some othe
t suitable man to fill the vacancy unit
d the next election"
"The legislature doesn't meet unit
next winter" objected Callomb. Their
/ is one chance. The sheriff down Their
t is a sick man. Let US hope he ma,
die"
:. One day, the Hixon conclaVe met il
the room over Hollman's Mammoth
It Department store, and with much Pre-
e tanity read communication fror
Frankfort, announcing the pardon Q
Samson South. In that episode, the
! foresaw the beginning Of the end 10
u -sslejr dynasty, The outside world wa
!, ooking on, and their regime could No
t. survive the spotlight of law-loVln
l. erutiny.
9 THE fust thing, declared Judg
8 Gilman, CURLY, lis to get rid Of thes
K mned soldiers. Wen attend to gu
q. IN business later, and We don't wan
e M watchin' Us Just now, we var
= lie mighty quiet for q SPELL te'
a tally quiet until pass the word
Samson had won back the cont
n.