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tinued to exercise his functions as governor by
virtue of Stockton's appointment
Great happiness was his for q while The
Mexican army" came over to him in O body
as admiring and devoted as his own Delaware
Indians
ON APRIL l. however, word came from WASH
ington that confirmed Gen. Kearny's author
ity in every particular and out of Fremont's de-
f1ance came his arrest and trial A court-mar-
tial, held in january, 1885, found him guilty of
mutiny, disobedience and conduct to the prejudice
Of good order and military discipline and fixed
the penalty as dismissal from the Army President
Polk, duly mindful of Senator Benton's power,
RENTED the sentence, but Fremont furious at
the finding, refused to accept the pardon and
quit the service in rage.
As matter of fact. he had doubtless tired of
the Army anyway for routine and discipline
were ever dstaSteful to him, and by resignihg
he served his own inclination even while dom
ming a martyrs crown. Wandering was the
thing he loved, and the Fall of 1848 saw him
setting forth for the West again. to find prac-
ucable route for a transcontinental railroad
from ST. Louis to the coast
For all his romantic posturing his almost
juvenile love for the dramatic no drawer man
than Fremont ever lived. Danger drew him.
hardship and suffering were without power to
appal and it was with a sense of escape that
ne turned his back on civilization and plunged
into the bleak Rockies.
Starting out from Pueblo in late November
Fremont crossed the Wet Mountains found
pass through the saw-toothed peaks of the
SangTe de Christie, and, after traversing the
San Luis Valley, came to the foot of the mighty
San Juan range in December. The boldest of
his company shrank from the terrible climb
but Fremont shamed them forward by his own
high courage.
One poor wretch froze in his tracks, but his
desperate companions dared not stop to bury
him, staggering forward like men in the grip
OF nightmare. Leaving the spent, half-frozen
wrecks to wait on the banks of the Rio Grande
steel-framed Fremont and four of the strongest
men set out to find settlement, and after
travelling another 100 miles, came to Taos
where Kit Carson rushed the work of gathering
supplies. The relief expedition, however, wac
OF no avail to 10 men, dead of cold and strava-
ton.
His pathfinding brought to bitter end. FIRE.
mont raced on to California by the quickest
route, learning Of the gold discovery on the
way. Mexican grant that he had bought
In 1847 proved rich in the precious mineral
out money was never Of large concern to him,
and politics claimed most of his interests
California made him one of her first Senator's,
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FIRE and passion that the new Republican party
named him Its standard bearer In 1856. Beaten
by Buchanan-the last victory Of the slave in
reinstatement returned to California where
the title to his grant was being attacked. Win
ming his fight, and possessed Of a great prop
erty that seemed bound TO make him many
times millionaire, his lack Of business brains
worked steadily to disaster, and 1860 saw every
thing swept away.
Fremont's star, so long a fame IN the
heavins, was now setting Appointed a major
general at the outbreak of the Civil War and
given command Of the Western Department,
one of his first acts was to issue an emancipa-
ton proclamation Lincoln annulled it quickly
and soon thereafter the Pathfinder found him
self removed TO purely military command In
the East Surrounded by foreign legion,
made up Of Hungarians for the most part he
cut brave, picturesque figure always. But
the fortunes Of war went against him. and
when Gen. Pope was put over him he asked
to be relieved from further duty.
There was a moment in 1864 when he
thought TO run against Lincoln as the cand1-
date Of the radical Republicans, but his fol-
lowing was too pitifully small Then there
came the presidency of the Memphis, 81 Paso
& Pacific Railway, with its promise of renewed
glory, but this wildcat venture exploded, and
he was stripped of everything, even to his
Hudson River home. Returning to California,
there, too, he found himself homeless for the
Government had seized his 12-acre tract for
a fort
In 1873 the powers flung him the governor
ship of Arizona as a sort of pension, but after
four years he was forced back into a world
that had grown away from him-a world IN
which all the paths had been found, and pow
erty added to the sad conviction that he had
lived too long.
In 1890, now n years old, he crossed the
continent, riding over the steel rails of which
he had dreamed during many weary marches,
and in Washington, where he was but a name,
begged restoration to his rank of ma jor general
in order that his old age might not be penni-
less
Not cold nor hunger nor hardship had ever
had power to break that proud spirit but the
humiliation Of this begging errand struck him
to the heart and he was without strength to
throw off sudden illness, the brave, gallant,
questing soul sinking quietly to the rest 1t had
never known in life.
There was much talk of monuments and
mausoleums, but after five humiating months
of dwindling enthusiasm Jessie Benton raised
eyes from which the radiance had gone for
ever. Lay him In the Open" she said TOR
the SHOWS TO fall upon 1t was what he knew
in life"
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for the law. You confess murder and say Map
per is guilty as an accessory"
He is guilty Of nothing" Clairmout said
ut is me. And I have done right win is
better dead I hoped to conceal the disgrace
I hoped our name would end clean Have
failed, Clunk?"
Good heavens, man, you don't suppose can
keep this secret!" Chunk cried
Every we'll" Clairmont rose YEARLY You
will do what you think right" Reggie held
out his hand. Clairmont took it in a firm
grasp Chunk walked to the car. Reggie was
some time after him. He drove up the drive
stopped at the turn to the road. A shot rang
out. "Ah." He looked at Chunk Are you
happy now?"
What do you mean?"
Hes shot himself. You told him to- :.
God forgive him." Chunk muttersd.
That's all right God forgive you"
Chunk ran to the house. When Reggie came
into the room again. the servants were there
huddled together. Clairmont had sunk limp
into 1t and blood ran down his face. An old
revolver was In his hand. Chunks tremulous
hands fumbled about him.
What can you do?" Reggie said, and brushed
the little man away -. Yes. He made sure
Chunk. You've had your way"
Good heavens. Fortune, don't take it 20.
The man was my friend.
And you condemned him to death"
II never thought Of this. did not judge
him"
NO You said he must stand his trial Well.
he's gone to 1t. He killed his son to stop him
from crime. And you killed him for the honor
OF the law 1t hurts, doesn't it? He was your
friend. But this is to be the end The thing
stops here, Chunk"
How can it?" Chunk groaned I'VE must
report his confession. This Smallpiece-"
Hes in no danger. There's no EVIDENCE
against Clairmont. He shall leave his name
clean"
IT can't conceal the truth. I must tell his
story
"Oh, no. You've hurt him enough in life.
If you try to tell anything shall see to 1t
you're not believed" Reggie took up the tele-
phone. Police station at Northam. please.
The chief constable. Is that Col. Kitchell?
Fortune speaking. From Col. Cairmont's
house There's been . tragic affair here.
Chunk and I found Clairmont in Northam in
great agitation We persuaded him to 20 home
and went with him. Napper's death has been
weighing on his mind. He talked wildly about
1t. He had pathetic decisions. Napier wasn't
really kined-that sort of thing We were
driving away when we heard a shot The Door
chaps killed himself. You'll come out your-
self? Ill be here. I'm sending Chunk home
He's broken down. OF course Clairmont was an
old friend Of his. Quite. Thanks" He
turned to Chunk. Chunk stared at him and bur-
ried away Reggie looked at Clairmont The
end sir" He lifted his hand In salute His
eyes were dim.
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WHEN they came to the house on the down,
Clairmont stood at the door, looking
through the wintTy sunlight at the woods.
With studious courtesy he brought them into
his study. Chunk" he said, "I have no right
never intended this man Smalpiece should
come into danger. Or any man"
He isn't in danger, sir" said Reggie quickly
Before you tell us anything take that for
certain. Chunk will tell you there is no evi-
dence to convict him"
Chunk put out his lip At shall tell YOU no
such thing. Clairmont. The man Smanpiece
is under grave suspicion"
But they can't prove it. And they never
will prove it," said Reggie sharply
You have no right to say So" Chunk snapped
III you know something which will clear him,
1t is your duty to speak"
Il can't be SILENT" Clairmont said Its not
in my mind. Mr.. Fortune. see you mean 70
serve me. I thank you, :. But I mustn't
rely upon you This man SmaIlpiece is not 10
be in danger for my comfort. Chunk, I am con-
tent to leave myself to your judgment. Do As
you think right. 1t was not Napier who was
killed 1t was my son. I killed him"
Do you know what you're saying?" Chunk
cried.
Clairmonts gaunt face smiled Indeed
know. You may believe that You thought
Will was an artist, etching, making woodcuts
and Autographs. So did /. You know he had
the cottage made into n studio. What he did
in it was forgery. forgery Of foreign notes. I
found that out only last month while he was
away. I waited for him to come back. He
came at night. Napier was out on the road
watching your covertS, Chunk Wills car ran
him down. Win did not stop. That was like
him. He came on to the studio. But heard
was there to meet him. told him what I
knew and he laughed at me and struck him
there In the studio. You think am mad?
He told me 1t was q good trade and he was 60
ing on with 1t. took one of the cursed stones
he used in his trade and beat him down and
killed him. What else could I do? The son Of
my blood, the last of US giving himself to that!
Then Napier came"
You mean Napier hadn't been hurt?"
"Napper's hands were cut and his head
When he picked himself up he followed the
car and he found US. had to tell him. He
was ready TO help. And 1t came to hint
came to mellow we could hide it all. We
changed their clothes. Napier said the face
wouldn't be known" Clairmont stopped and
shuddered and looked at them. "Napper took
him away IN the car. And I burned all his
forgeries. We thought the thing would end
with people believing the body was Napier
killed in the road, and so the truth could be
hidden. Now"
"Now!" said Chunk sharply. where is
Napper?"
Il shall not tell you. What he did he did
under my orders You cannot wish to punish
him, Chunk"
1T is not what should Ns,l. It's matter
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work on. And his lordship has been at me to
do something. I've found evidence that o no
torious pOaeher in Yardley was out that night.
So I've detained Mr.. Isaac Smalpiece."
"Oh, yes And what does he say about it?~
Hes not saying anything"
ct see. Is that all the evidence?"
Chunk laughed disagreeaby. We'll, Mr.. For
tune, ask you" Kitchen said, what sort of
evidence can you get in case like this? You
wouldn't expect any more
mo, no; don't" Reggie murmured.
There you are!" Kitchell turned on Chunk.
1.-The police can't make eyewitnesses of a
crime. Now, here's Mr.. Fortune He knows
police work If there's anything you can sug-
gest sir. IN be happy to do it,
Reggie shook his head.
You have suspicious, Fortune?" said
Chunk sharply.
"Suspicions?" Reggie opened his eyes, I'VE
don't want suspicious"
That's right" Kitchell agreed heartily.
Matter Of evidence, isn't it, Mr.. Fortune7"
Yes, yes. What are you going to do?"
IT should be very glad of your opinion, sir.
You see, there is a case against this Small
piece. We feel sure he's guilty. But when it
goes to q jury-what do you think?"
Reggie smiled. Don't ask me. How would
you charge the jury, Clunk?"
II should tell them there was no case" Chunk
snapped.
well. there you are" KitcheM said you
see 1t yourself, my lord. It isn't my business
10 IuAAe eV1ocuCe against the 1euOW j Yell you
what III do. III detain him over the inquest
to see anything turns up. Will that satisfy
you?"
Don't talk of satisfying me, SIR" Chunk
barked eff you've no case against him you've
no right to detain him. Good morning"
Reggie nodded to the Infatuated KitcheIl. "A
CLEAN Of reason" He smiled and followed
Chunk out into the street. And that being
that" he said sweetly, were you going to ask
me to lunch?"
from which descended the lean form of
Col. Clairmont.
"Clunk!" Clairmont caught at his arm. els
this true? They tell me a mans been arrested
-Smallpiece."
"Have you any objection?" Chunk snapped.
But there's no evidence. There can't bel"
"You shouldn't talk like that, you know"
said Reggie gently.
Certainly there is evidence" Chunk put out
his lip The police would not detain . man
without some cause" .-.-..
"But you don't want to argue about it here"
quiet There's no danger TO- this chap now.
It could all be managed"
Managed" Clairmont said TREMENDOUSLY. ct
suppose you know everything"
Perhaps guess" said Reggie gravely.
MY word!" Clairmont groaned. Home!
Come then. Come, Chunk" He climbed into
his car again and drove away.
80 this was your mystery" Chunk frowned
at Reggie.
You're playing with lives, Chunk" Reggie
said. BE kind man, be kind"
al shall be just" Chunk snapped.
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out he drew the short term, unluckily, and was
defeated for reelection in 1851 by reason OF his
violent anti-slavery views. 1t was at this time
that the Government ordered three lines o"
survey "for overland travel and the proSpec-
tive railroad route" but even as Fremont
counted upon the honor Of leading one Of the
expeditions, Secretary Of War Jefferson Davis
Inundated him by a brlsk refusal.
Justly enraged, the Pathfinder drew upon his
own funds for an independent expedition, and
the late Summer of 1883 him setting of
from the banks of the Missouri, attended by
the usual Delaware chiefs and picturesque
plainsmen. Through Colorado and to Green
River In Utah he followed the trail Of Capt
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In the morning he rang up Chunk and asked
for the latest news. Il have Just been stmu-
1ating Kitchell," said Chunk THE imbecile
informs me that the police have clue"
"Oh, my aunt" Reggie groaned.
ct agree with you. Has anything come of
your investigation"
mo. Blood is blood and oil is oil. Chunk,
don't hustle your police. Warn me quick if
they do anything"
The next morning came an answer from
Paris
Dear Friend: Your two pieces much
interest my colleagues. First the morsel
of scorched paper. 1t is from a counter
felt note of hundred francs; a good
forgery, but without doubt forged. Sec
ond, the fingerprints. They of one
known to us as Georges Bouchard who
was arrested in 1920 for forging bonds.
But evidence failed He was not be-
lieved a Frenchman. You will under
stand that my colleagues will be greatly
obliged you can give information where
he operates at present. Always.
DUBOIS"
mo. 1 can't, old man." Reggie murmured,
and he sought the telephone again.
THE unspeakable Kitchen still has a clue"
said Chunk. ct prod him in vain"
Don't prod" Reggie was shrill.
My dear Fortune, you have any fresh
Information you should produce it. Other
wise these incompetentS must be made to pro-
coed on the plain evidence"
1T isn't plain" said Reggie. Its all wrong"
The telephone made queer noises. "You
accept a grave responsibility in attempting to
impede the inquiry"
IT know. I've had lives In my hands before
this, Chunk"
"a't, law must take its course" Chunk
was angry eff you act outside the law can
be no party to 1t. You should know that"
II do. That's why tell you nothing. Elk
eept this, you're doing wrong, Chunk"
we shall certainly not understand each
other said Chunk, and rang OF. Reggie looked
at the telephone with disgust. "Oh you law
yer" he mo7ned.
IT was on the next morning that Reggie saw
IN his paper the headlines, Dead Police
man-Man Detained" He was ordering his
car when the chief constable telphoned
to ask him to come to Northam. Once more
he came into Col. Kitchells room to see him
in state of Inflammation and Chunk making
mouths well, WELL" he said YEARLY, what
have you been doing?" ssr -,
II don't seem to please his lordship what
ever do" said Kitchel. I'D be glad of your
opinion, Mr.. Fortune. Look here. You're sat-
asf1ed Napier was killed on the down by the
covert? Is that right"
II said the observed facts prove Napper's
bicycle had an accident there. That's ALL"
We'll, that's quite fair. Then it points to
some poachers working the covert. Do you
agree to that?"
ut could be. It's not proved, you know"
YES do know. But I've nothing else to
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With red handkerchief about his
head, DeIapare Indians for a body
guard, and Kit Carson and some 90
trOntiersmen as his army, the Path
finder raced across the desert
Gunnison, but from then on he was in new
country, faced by the Wasatch Range as vast
and terrible as the Sierras.
Never was Fremont closer to death than IN
the weeks that followed. The mules died of
the frightful cold, and the men walked bare
foot. Food failed, and they boiled cactus
spineS. pass was found at last. solitary
settlement saved their lives when hope had
been surrendered, and when they reached CAL
ifornia in May, 1854 1t was to learn that the
world had given them up for dead.
A YEAR IN Washington, presenting plans and
reports and then we ind Fremont in the
thick Of the slavery fight, leading with such
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Nor all your tears wash out a
word of it.
Those little words perhaps don't
look very imposing to begin with,
but | actually believe that the
more person studies them, the
more they impress their meaning
on him Cor one). There cannot
be any doubt that as J. A. S.
grows older and realizes what an
awfully small ripple on the pond
he has made, and his ego becomes
debated as compared to what it
has been, he viii be heartily
ashamed of the things that have
been published in the white sheets
over his signature. Any editor
knows or ought to know that it is
merely diseased mind back of
such drivel and desire to be-
smirch the good name and repu-
tation of some one against whom
such diseased mind would devel-
op grudge.
To my humble way of thinking
the same j. S. most certainly die
besmirch his own character BY
writing the stuff he did.
"A READER WHO LOVES
THE TRUTH.
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would compel the bloated industrial barons to as
sumo the responsibility of caring for those IN
jured while in their service That this demand is
not over-exacting is proven by decision OF the
state supreme court handed down in compensa-
ton case on March 26th which holds that, Ihe
law contemplates that the burden of caring Tor
injured workmen and their dependents shall not
fall on the public in general, but upon the indus
try
Organized industry is fighting the repeal of the
present employers compensation act tooth and
nail. Under the leadership of the Associated In
dlstries, an auxiliary of the Anaconda Copper
Company, the state is being flooded with propa-
ganda, in the form of paid advertisements to the
newspapers warning the voters to beware of Ia
boris attack on their interests. The Anaconda
propagandists would have it appear that the pro-
posed amendment would be burden on the small
farmer, doctor or lawyer who would employ man
to do little job for him and that the fight against
the labor proposal is really being made by Ana
conda for the benefit of the poor little employer.
This is the bunk. The proposed amendment is
really aimed at the Anaconda because it has liter
ally gotten away with murder in regard to COM
pensation for injured workers surely as it did
when Frank Little was hanged on a railroad
trestle decade ago, and strikers were shot down
by Con Kelley's gunner in the days when labor
in Butte not apathetic as it is today.
The twelve or thirteen dailies owned by the
Anaconda in this state took their from their
master and vigorously denounced the proposed
amendment The country weeklies, for the sake
of few patry advertisements published the Ana
conda publicity accompanying the advertisements
free of charge. Some of them managed to muster
up sufficient literary ability to write their own
editorials in support of the "Big Snake"
Only The Producers News of all the country
weeklies on our exchange, published labor's side
of the question. We published all the articles sent
to US by James D. Graham, president of the Mon
tana Federation of Labor. We will continue to
Go this and we urge every of readers to
support Graham and organized labor in their fight
to better the conditions of the industrial slaves of
the big corporations of Montana. The farmers Of
this state, if they capable of learning should
realize that their place in this fight is with then
brothers in the mines and on the railroads and il
the other industries of the state. They must not
be fooled by the siren calls of the Anaconda.
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FRIDAY, MAY 16, 1880.
LABOR LOSES A FIGHTER

The death of William Winterrowd, of Great
Falls. president of the Hold Carriers and Common
Laborers' Union, is a severe loss to the working
class of that city and to the thousands OF wage
workers in western Montana.
"Big Bill courageous and powerful defender OF
the Oppressed, was one of the last of the old line
of battlers who lived up to the traditions OF the
militant days of organized labor in Montana He
never lost the faith and he never surrendered his
class principles.
Bill was Red and because of this ne was hated
by the time-servng, corrupt, labor politicians as
well as by the master class. But he always had
the support and confidence of the rank and file
and he compelled even his enemies to respect him.
Winterrowd has gone back to Mother Earth, the
end of the route for alLOf But his name will
be enshrined in the hearts of the members OF his
class who knew him and loved him for his loyalty
and his courage in fighting their battles And
when at a future day, under another social order
the history of labors' struggles will be written,
Bills name will be found there with those of
others who stood true to the cause and never
hoisted the white flag of surrender.
The Producers News joins the thousands OF
workers turnout the state in saluting the memory
of a hero of the class struggle.