The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-07-22

questions. Tiiey c6rneFsd HGrfy, they
shot their queries at him one after
another. But Harry was adamant,
IT amt got anything to syel And
there's an end to It !" IN VI s9
Late that night, as they were en-
gagged at their usual occupation Of 70
lating the varied happenings OF the
I day to Mother Howard. there came Z
knock at the door. Instinctively, Fair.
child bent toward her:
sYour names out Of this lons
q possible n n III M Il y.
She smiled in her mothering, know
Ing way. Then she opened the door,
there to find a deputy from the
sherifs Office. kals3l
Isl They've impaneled 4 jury up at the
courthouse" he announced. 'The
coroner wants Mr.. 4Fairchild and Mr..
Harkins to come UP there and tell
what they, know about this here skele.
ton they found"
It was thei expected 81 The two men
went forth, to find the street about
the courthouse thronged, for already
the news OF the finding Of the skele-
ton had Travelled far, even into the
little mining camps which skirted the
town. Everywhere were black crowds
under the faint street lamps. The
basement Of the courthouse was illu-
minated; and there were clusters of
curious persons about the stairways.
Through the throngs started Harry
and Fairchild, only to be drawn aside
by Farrell, the attorney. .. .2s2, +.
I'm not going to take a part in
this unless l have. to-" he told them.
at will look better for you II 1t isn't
necessary for me to make an appear
ance. How do you know but what
Thornton FairIhild was attacked by
this man and forced to kill in self-de-
Tense? It's a penitentiary offense for
a man to strike another. without SUI
ficient justifieatio Ion. beneath ground.
And had Sissis Larsen even 20 much
as slapped Tkornto on 3 ehild, that
man would have been perfectly justi-
fled in killing him to protect himself.
Guide yourselves ACCORD DINGHY and il
will be there only as a spectator, un-
less events should necessitate some
thing else. "; 4. Y ND g$ .;#5 s&s
They promised and went on, some
what calmer in mind, to edge their
way to the steps and to enter the
basement of: the, courthouse. The
coroner and his jury, composed Of six
miners picked up haphazard along the
street according to the custom Of
coroners in general-were already
present. So was every person who
possibly could cram through the doors
of the big room. To them all Fair
child paid little attention-all but
three = #s ss@sstt4 III Il 5 @
They were on back seat in the
long courtroom---Squint Rodaine and
his son, chalkier, yet blacker than
ever, while between them sat an old
woman with white hair which strag-
gled about her cheeks, a woman with
deep-set eyes, whose hands wandered
now and then vaguely before her; a
wrinkled woman fdgeting about, on
her seat; watching With craned neck
those who stuffed their way within
the already crammed room: her eyes
never still, her lips moving constant
w.. as though mumbling some never
ending rote. Fairchild stared at her,
then turned to Harry. III .s..4,# y:
who's that with the, Rodainesf J"
Harry looked furtively. Cray
Laura-his wife. " Isl. ,Sg3 81 &s' .Gts
But 4.5s ,., y ~, i55 -. u y
sand she amt ere for anything
good" Harry's voice bore q tone Of