Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1924-03-06


their supply Of counterfeit bills before
coming 10 the FiatwOods. there would
be no outfit-nOthlng that fire could
not destroy.
A thought OF the concealed house
boat. with the shapely beeiprInts on
its dusty after deck, crossed him; and
assumed new Significance. But one
false move and even that would dis
appear--and they had their eyes on
him.
But with all the caution Of his wood
craft. Jack Warhope was not man
10 plan and scheme. He came OF other
stock than that. A stroke To the core
when the ripe instant came-and
devil take the chips. was his way. A
bold thought took shape 10 his mus
ings--but the ripe instant had not yet
come. Another night would bring II,
with the banker warned and both Of
them on guard.
With n grim look on his face he
crawIed out Of the shrubbery. stole
back 10 the path winding along under
the dense shadows at the base Of
Black rock aud slipped through the
corner Of the orchard TO his own
small cabin.
Pausing In the fallow yard under
an old apple tree, just now renewing
Its youth In the glory OF full bloom.
he stood for long time sitting the
sounds OF the night and frownlng back
toward the red-roofed cottage.
The moon stole up under the edge
Of the east and cast a glittering spear
that broke against the face Of Black
Rock. A culver seemed to thrill over
the sleepy world at the bold assault.
The geese In the barn.lot honked and
clapped their wings. bullfrog down
In the bayou cleared his throat; a soft
breeze walked. rustIed the leaves OF the
old apple tree and showed the man
white with blossoms
lie had his hand on the latch
when suddenly there rang out upon
the silence of the night. from the d.
rectlon OF the red-roofed cottage, q
woman's wild scream. repeated again
and again.
He whlrled, rigid, striving to distin-
gulsh the cry-bui all women scream
much alike. Next moment he was
dashing across the orchard toward the
sound-probabiy the most awesome ON
earth--a woman's wild cry In the
night
The sound had ceased when he
came out OF the orchard and a candle
was fitting about the sittlng-room
lie leaped the orchard fence and ran
around TO the porch. To his surprise
the sittlngroom door was partly open
and he dashed In.
There In his big armchair In the
room that served as office. half bent
back over the chair arm, his grizxled
head lolllng down horribly. sprawled
the old money. lender--dead.
Texie was crying wildly In the arms
of the housekeeper. The preacher
had Just come from the parlor bed
room and stood stopped and trembling
peering through his huge spectacles In
awed silence But great az his haste
In dressing must have been. he had
found time 20 put on the frock coat
and high neck stock-demands Of Gus.
tom that he had probably found Inn
possible to deny.
Jack found the dead man still warm
lie noticed that his night shirt was
torn to shreds AT the neck and sleeves,
and that his face was scratched and
streaked with blood. but there was no
wound apparent that could have
caused his death.
The room presented every evidence
Of struggle. A chair was over.
turned; the cover on small stand
had been brushed away; the rug was
dragged back foot or two from be.
fore the dead bankers writing desk.
where. for an instant the woodsman
bent a searching eye upon some faint
markings that. In the dim candle light
could barely be traced upon the dusty
fioor.boards thus laid bare.
The old mans sawed-off shotgun
was lying on the floor. where II had
probably been wrenched from his hand
before he could use II.
Jack had only time to note these
particulars when a rabble Of people
from the village. alarmed by Texie's
screams, came running up the yard
and stormed into the house. A mo-
ment later Jerry Brown. the town
marshal, hustled In and took charge
and the peaceful cottage passed into
the hands Of the law.
The house was cleared OF all but
the preacher. the woodsman and two
or three women. q messenger sent to
the city for the coroner. and q deputy
put on guard at the door pending his
arrival.
Seventy years ago the coroner's
Office was In the saddle. the coroner,
then as now. always q physician. usu-
ally Of the ''saddle-bags" type, a race
OF men staunch and true. who. next TO
the minister and teacher, did most TO
nurse the young republic to manhood.
Early the next morning the coroner
arrived. After a short consultation
with Jerry Brown. he entered the
room where the tragedy occurred and
began his Inquest.
Aside from the dlsarranged furni-
ture, the torn garment. the scratches
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