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    GEN’L OFFICIAL DIRECTORY
STATE.
Jhiovornor...Silas Holcomb
Lieutenant Governor.->• «■ .Harris
Secretary of State.orter
State Treasurer...John B Meservo
Statu Auditor ...John b. Cornell
Attorney General. U. J. Bniytlie
Com. Lands and buildings..••••}• V. Vt olTe
Sunt. Public Instruction.W. K. Jackson
ltEGENTS STATE ONIVEttSITY.
Gitas. H.-Gere. Lincoln; Leavitt Burnham,
Omaha; J M. Hiatt, Alma; E. P. Holme*,
Pierce; J. T. Mallaleu, Kearney; M. J. Hull.
Edgar".
lleprescutatives First District. J. B. Strode
Seemd, il. I). Merc' r, third. 8. Maxwell,
Fourth. W, L. Stark, Filth. U. 1). Sutherland,
Sixth, W. L. Green.
CONGRESSIONAL.
Senators—W. V. Allen, of Madlsou; John
M. Thurston, of Omaha.
JUDICIARY.
Chief Justice.'....K.K.
Associates...T.O. Harrison itfid T. L.Norviol
FIFTEENTH JUDICIAL Dibl’MlCT.
Judge...M. P. Kinkaid, of O'Nelli
Reporter.J. J. King of O'Neill
Judge.W. H. Westover, of llushvllle
tteporter.. >bn Maher, of Kushvillo.
LAND OFFICES.
O’MULL.
Register..
Receiver....
.John A. Harmon.
..Elmer Williams.
COUNTY.
judge.Geo McCutcheon
Oier* of the District Court . .John Sklrving
He nut v ................. ...........O. M. Collins
Cmrlc......." .J.......Bill Bethea
• shoritf.........Ohasi Hamilton
Deputy.........Chas U -Neill
Supt. of Schools....K. Jackson
\r "Assistant...Mrs. W, K. Jackson
m Coroner.....Dr. Trueblood
i^\8urveyor.«M. F. Norton
VAtiorney::::::::::::...w .b. BUuer
, SUPERVISORS.
FIRST DISTRICT.
Cleveland, Sand Creek, Dustin, Saratoga,
Hock Falls and Pleasantvlew: J. A. Kobertson
SECOND DISTRICT.
Shields, Paddock, Scott, Steel Creek, W11
lowdaib and Iowa—J. H. Hopkins.
THIRD DISTRICT.
Grattan and O’Neill—Mosses Campbell.
FOURTH DISTRICT.
Ewing, Verdigris andDelolt—L. 0; Combs
FIFTH DISTRICT,
Chambers,' Conlpv, Lake, MoClure and
Inman—S. L. Conger.
SIXTH DISTRICT.
Swan, Wyoming, Fairvlew, Francis. Green
Valley, Sheridan and Emmet—0. W. Hoss.
SEVENTH DISTRICT.
Atkinson and Stuart— W. N. Coats.
Vl’lY OF Of NEILL.
Supervisor, E. J. Mack; Justices, E. H.
Benediot and S. M. Wagers; Constables, Ed.
McBride and Perkins Brooks.
COUNOILMEN—FIRST WARD.
For two years.—D. H. Cronin. For one
year—C. W. Hugenslck.
SECOND WARD.
For two years—Alexander Marlow. For
<* one year—W. T. Evans.
, THIRD WARD.
v ‘ For two years—Charles Davis. For one
year—E. J. Mack.
CITY OFFICERS.
Mayor, H. K. Murphy; Clerk, N. Martin;
Treasurer, John AlcHugh; City Engineer
John Horrlsky; Police Judge, H. Kautzmnu;
chief of Police, P. J. Blgliu; Attorney,
Thus. Carlou; Weighmaster, D. Stannard.
"i GRATTAN TOWNSHIP.
(Supervisor, It. J. Hayes; Trearurer. Barney
■lcGreevy; Clerk, J. Sullivan; Assessor Ben
. Jobring: Justices, M. Castellb and Chas.
Wilcox; CouBtahies, John Horrlsky and Ed.
AluBrlde; Hoad overseer dlst. SB, Allen Brown
aist. No. 4,John Enright.
.-ULPIERS’ RELIEF COMNISSION.
Itcgulur meeting first Monday in Febru
ary ol each year, and at suoh other times as
is deemed necessary. Kobt. Gallagher, Page,
chairman; Wm. Bowen, O’Neill, secretary;
tl.H. Clark Atkinson.
ajT.PATlUCK’S CATHOLIC CHCKCH.
Services every Sabbath at 10:30 o’olock.
Very Kev. Cassidy, Postor. Sabbath sohool
immediately following services.
METHODIST CHURCH. Sunday
services—Preaching 10:30 A. M. and 3:00
p. M. Class No. 1 0:30 A. M. Class No. 2 (Ep
worth League) 7:00 P. M. Class No. 3 (Child
rens) 3:00 P. M. Mind-week services—General
prayer meeting Thursday 7:30 p. m. All will
be made welcome, especially strangers.
K. T. GEORGE, Pastor.
' i 1 A* R. POST, NO. 86. The Gen. John
v \JT« O’Neill Post, No. 36, Department of Ne
braska G. A. H., will meet the first and third
Saturday evening of eaob month In Masonic
hall O’Neill 8. J. Sun H. Com.
RLKHORN VALLEY LODGE, I. O. O.
JZi F, Meets every Wednesday evening in
Odd Fellows’ hall, visiting brothers oordlally
Invited to attend.
W. U. Mason, N. G. 0. L. Bright, Sec.
Garfield chapter, r. a. m
Meets on first and third Thursday of each
1 month in Masonic hall.
/ W. J. Dobrb Seo. J. C. HarniBH, H, P
KOF P.—HELMET LODGE, U. D.
. Convention every Monday at 3 o clock p.
m. In Odd Fellows’ halL Visiting brethern
oordlally invited.
Arthur Coykendall. C. C,
E. J. Mack, K. of Jbt. and 8.
O’NEILL ENCAMPMENT NO. 30.1.
O. O. F. meets every second and fourth
Fridays of each month in Odd Fellows' Hall.
Ohas. Bright, H. P. H. M. Tttley, Scribe
DJ)EN LODGE NO. 41, DAUGHTERS
Jji OF RBBEKAH, meets every 1st and 3d
Friday of each month In Odd Fellows’ Hall,
Agnes T. Bentley, N. G.
Dora Davidson, Seo,
Garfield lodge, no.o6,f.*a.m.
Regular communications Thursday nights
’ on or before the full of the moon.
J. J. King, W. M.
S o. O. Snyder, Sec.
HOLT’CAMPNO. 1710, M. W. OF A.
Meets on the first and third Tuesday in
each month in the Masonic hall.
Neil Brennan, V. C. D. H. Cronin, Clerk
AO, U. W. NO. 133, Meets second
• and fourth Tudsday of each month In
Masonic hall.
0. Briqht, Bee. S. B. Howard, M, W.
INDEPENDENT WORKMEN OF
JL AMERICA, meet every first and third
Friday of each month.
Geo. McCutchan, N. M,
J. H. Welton, Seo.
POSTOFFICE DIRCETOKY
Arrival of Mails
V. E. fe U. V. R. R.—FROM THE BAST,
eryday,Sunday included at.8:40 pa
FROM the west
very day, Sunday Included at.10:04 am
PACIYIO SHORT LINE.
Passenger-leaves 10:07a. m. Arrives 11:55 p.m.
j Freight—leaves 9:07 p. u. Arrives 7:00 p. u.
JJially except Sunday.
X O'NEILL AND CHELSEA.
Departs Monday, Wed. and Friday at 7:00 am
Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at. .1:00pm
O’NEILL AND PADDOCK.
Departs Monday. Wed.and Friday at. .7:00 am
Arrives Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at. .4:30 p m
O’NEILL AND NIOBRARA.
Departs Monday. Wed. and Frl. at—7:00
Arrive*Tuesday, Thurs. and Sat. at...4:00
a m
p m
O’NEILL AND CUMMIN8VILLE.
Arrives Mon.,Wed. and Fridays a ..11:30 p.m
Departs Mon., Wed. andFrlday at.l :00 p.m
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[Copyright, 1894, by J. B. Llpplncott Company.]
“Just sit down an’makeout them mile
age accounts c’ yours. Here, sergeant,
you and this gentleman go on with the
squad. Take the county road. The
lieutenant’ll overtake you. Sit right
down over there in Sergt. Burns’ tent,
lieutenant; lie,’s got all the blanks and
things. Never made out a mileage ac
count? Here, I’ll show you.”
And while Close slowly began his cal
culations, the squad under Sergt. Mc
Bride tramped out upon the dusty red
road, most of the men following as
(hough to see them around the bend,
while Lambert, vaguely troubled, and
feeling, somehow, that he Ought to be
with his detachment even though his
superior officer called him back, stood
looking auxionsly after them.
“I thought you had twenty or so left
in your wallet, lieutenant,” said Close.
“Just look, will you? You needn’t be
in any hurry. McBride knows just what
to do. I’d change them clothes if I was
you.”
Lambert had slipped his hand into his
breastpocket, then began searching the
others. All in vain; the little, flat
pocketbook was gone; and now it
flashed across his mind that he must
have whisked it out with his handker
chief, which he carried, after the West
Point fashion of those days, in the
breast of his coat, just after he started
on the run back to camp. Even as lie
began to tell of his loss the men came
springing down the bank and bursting
through the bushes in their haste to
reach their arms and equipments.
“What’s up now?” hailed Close, still
slowly writing and never moving from
his seat.
“Firing over near town, sir,” called
a sergeant.
“That so?” asked the veteran, imper
turbably. “Get ’em under arms, ser
geant. Guess you’d better catch up
with McBride, lieutenant,” said he to
Lambert, whose boyish face could not
but betray his excitement. “Hold on a
second,” he shouted, for Lambert had
darted at the word. “Wait, lieutenant! ”
shouted Burns, and, wondering, Lam
bert looked back. Close was holding
out the pen to him.
“Sign these, first off, will you?” said
V.
Long before they reached the public
square the firing had ceased. Overtak
ing his little command, which the ser
geant had wisely halted “for orders”
as soon as the shots were heard, Lam
bert led them at double time.
“Put a stop to anything they’re at.
I’ll be after you with the whole com
pany,” Close had shouted after him.
The deputy marshal had disappeared.
“Mr. rarmelee somewhere ahead?”
panted the lieutenant to the sergeant
trotting by his side.
“Somewhere behind, sir. He’ll come
gallopin' in after we get there—per
haps.”
The road led into town from the
northeast. Lambert could see the rail
way embankment and the old wooden
bridge before they rounded the turn
from' which they came in sight of the
belfry and the roofs. Somebody had
begun to ring the bell, and there came
the sound of shouting with an occasion
al shrill yell. . Then more shots, a
short sputtering fusillade, and more
shouts, suggestively derisive and farther
away.
“What’s .going on, do you suppose?”
asked Lambert of his bulky second in
command; and McBride, with one hand
steadying the absurd long sword then
worn by our sergeants, and the other
clamping his rifle at the right shoulder,
puflingly answered:
“Havin’ some fun with the sheriff.
He had a nigger posse guardin’ the jail.
Folks wouldn’t stand it.”
Another minute of running brought
them to the outskirts of the straggling
town. Women and children could be
seen peering excitedly towards the
square. Two very small boys, hearing
the heavy tramp, tramp of the infantry,
turned and scuttled away for the shel
ter of an open door. Three hundred
yards ahead a man in his shirt sleeves
popped around a corner, looked keenly
at the coming squqd and popped back
again. When Lambert, leading his pien
by a dozen paces, came dancing around
that same corner and found himself at
the northeast angle of the plaza, this
same citizen was seated on the nearest
porch, placidly smoking a corn-cob pipe
and reading a newspaper, his boots
braced against a wooden pillar and his
chair tilted back against the wall.
In similar attitudes of exaggerated
calm, farther along in the direction of
the post office, were one or two other
gentlemen of Tugaloo. Only around
Cohen’s mercantile emporium was there
faintest sign of excitement. There one
or two trembling, pallid clerks were
bustling about and putting up the
shatters. The gang of negroes ordina
rily loafing around the plaza had total! v
vanished. Lambert, expecting to find
himself in the presence of a surging
mob, came to a sudden halt in sheer
surprise. The squad "slowed down” at
“Where’s the jail ?” asked Lambert of
his-subordinate.
“Round there behind the next corner,
sir, where the bell is.”
Three or four prominent citizens
came strolling' out of the saloon near
the post, office, their hands in their
pockets and quids of exaggerated size
in their cheeks. The boil, under the
impulse of unseen hands, was still vio
iently ringing; otherwise an almost
Sabbath stillness pervaded the town of
Tugaloo. At the corner lay a gaunt
quadruped, blood trickling from its nos
trils and from a shot-hole in the side—
sole indication of recent battle. The
.■'ail door stood obliquely open to the de
clining sun. The barred windows were
tightly closed.
“ ‘Put a stop to anything they’re at’ ”
repeated Lambert to himself. “But
what arc they at? How on earth can I
find out?”
Like (hose of the jail behind it the
windows of the little meeting house
were dosed, and apparently boarded up
from within. The double doors in
front were tightly shut and decorated
in one or two places with bullet holes.
The bell kept up its furious din. “Ham
mer the door with the butt of your
rifle,” said the lieutenant, annoyed to
see that such of the populace as began
to appear were looking on in unmistak
able amusement.
“Guess they’re all down in the cellar,
lieutenant,” said a tall civilian. “Want
any of ’em? Beckon they'll come up ’f
you’ll tell Squire Parmelee to shout.
Don’t seem to see him, though.” And
the grinning countryman was present
ly joined by one or two of his friends.
Lambert simply did not know what to
fhake of the situation. Sergt. Mc
Bride was going around hammering at
ont shutter after another and mutter
ing about “darned fools inside.” A cor
poral with two men had explored the
two rooms of the primitive building
used as a jail, and now came out to say
there was nobody there, which seemed
to tickle the fancy of the rallying pop
ulace. Still the bell kept up its deafen
ing clamor and Lambert was waxing
both nervous and indignant. The ab
sence of the civil officers of the law—
the deputy marshal or sheriff—ren
dered him practically powerless to act.
He could not pitch into the people for
standing around with their hands ini
their pockets and looking amused.
There was nothing hostile or threaten
ing in their manner. They were even
disposed to be friendly—as when they
saw Lambert take a rifle with evident
intention of battering in the door, they
shouted to him in genuine concern:
“Don’t do that, lieutenant. Those fel
lows will be shootin’ up through the
floor next. The squire’ll be along pres
ently. Let him do it.”
Presently the squire did come, still
“white about the gills,” as a sergeant
muttered; and him Lambert angrily ac
costed:
“What do you want us to do, Mr.
Parmelee? We’ve been here several
minutes with nobody to report to.”
“I s’pose my poor fehows are mur
dered to a man,” cried Paimelee, sliding
off his mule and handing the reins to a
soldier, who coolly transferred them
to the nearest post. “Can’t you make
’em hear, McBride?”
“Not if they’re all dead,” answered
the sergeant, disgustedly, “Which
corpse is pullin’ the bell rope?” At
this unfeeling remark the populace
again began to lough.
“Oh, you’ll pay for this, you fellows 1”
tremblingly shouted Parmelee to the
grinning group across the street. “If
there’s law in Washington and power
lo back it, you’ll ketch hed.”
“Wliawt’s been the matter, squire?”
asked a citizen, soothingly. “Ain’tany
body hurt, is there? I ain’t heard
nothin' cf any row.”
Jtrarmeiee pointed to the carcass of the
mule and to some significant shot holes
at the corner. “I s’pose you’ll deny
shootin’ or hearin’ any shcotin’—next.”
“Shootin’? Shootin’ round hyuh?
Why, doggone ’f that ain't the queerest
thing! I thought I heard somebody
pullin’ off a pistol awhile ago. Don’t
you remember, major? I reckon ’twas
you I was talkin’ with at the time—I
said there was a shot fired. P’r’aps
that’s what killed Potts’ old mule out
yuh.”
“For heaven’s sake, man,” muttered
Lambert, “stop that infernal bell and
your own jaw. Can’t you see they’re
just laughing at you?” And Parmelee
evidently did.
“My God, lieutenant! they’ve mobbed
the jail, let loose three of the worst
scoundrels ever went unhung, and
killed the officers of the law. They
ought to be arrested right here—every
one of them—'stead of standin’ there
insultin’ the United States government.
If Capt. Close was here he’d have ’em
in in less than a minute.”
“He’ll be here presently, if you want
any arresting done. Meantime, the only
row is that which your people seem to
bo making. Can’t you stop that?”
Parmelee looked helpless and de
spondent. “Somethin's got to be done,”
he said, “or these rebels’ll ride right )
over you. Why, every man you see’s
had a hand in this jail delivery. We had
!
! ;v:;:
t great trouble ‘restin’ those three
} scoundrels: the marshal's been after
j ’em a month, and he ought to have met
us here, ‘s I telegraphed him. We
fetched ’em here ut four o’clock thir
mornin’, an’ not a soul in Tugaloo knew
anything about it, an’ the soldiers ought
to have stood by us until the marshal
came. ’Stead of that, they went on to
camp and left us nil alone, and just as
soon us these people found out who
were jailed an’ saw we had no soldiers
to guard ’em, why, I couldn’t do nothin’.
They just took my horse and—they'd
have hung me, I s’pose, if I’d been fool
enough to stay. I just ’scaped with my
life. You’ve just got here, lieutenant,
j You don’t begin to know what a hell- ,
holAHiis is. These people are the worst
kii^Hf rebs. Capt’n Close—even he
" clPfc’t b’lieve it, but I reckon he does
now, after the tongue-lashin’ them fel
lers gave him—”
But Mr. Parmelee’s description of the
situation was Interrupted by the com
ing of Capt. Close himself. Dressed ]
precisely ns when Lambert had last
seen him at camp, with no more sem
blance of rank or authority than was
to be found In a weather beaten pair of
shoulder-straps on his cheap flannel
blouse, without sash or sword, but with
a huge army “Colt” M rapped about his
waist, the commander of the company
came strolling around the corner of the
jail, looking curiously about its door and
windows as though in search of signs
of the recent affray. *
“Thought you told me they’d shot
the door into tooth-picks,” said he. “I
don’t see no signs of bullets.”
“Come round here an’ you’ll see ’em.
I wasnTgoin’ to let my men be shot like
cattle in a pen. I got ’em out o’ there
soon’s we saw the crowd a-comin’.”
“Then you didn’t even show fight—
didn’t even attempt to hold your prison ■
nrs?” exclaimed Close, in high dudgeon.
"Why, great Peter! man, your birds just
walked out without anyone’s helpin’
’em. You and your cowardly gang
walked off and let ’em go; an’ they’ve
taken our mule. That’s the worst of It
—taken our mule to replace that dam
carcass there, that b’longed to the
father of one of the boys you brought
in this mornin’. He told the truth bout
it then, when he rode into camp an’ said
your posse had shot hiB mule an’ threat
“Hianar lb* door with the butt of your rtflo.
cned to shoot him. What sort of a sand
heap were you raised on, anyhow?
Why, ’f a baby in the town I come from
had shown as little grit as you and your
folks have, its own mother would have
drowned it in the mill-raee.”
The effect of this unexpected tirade
was remarkable. The knot of civilip.u
listeners, who had come to get such fun
out of the situation as the circum
stances would permit, and who had
been indulging in no little half-stifled
laughter, were evidently amazed at this
new side to the Yankee officer's char
acter, and stood silent and decidedly ap
preciative listeners to his denunciation
of the luckless Parmelee. The soldiers,
who had for some month3 been tasting
the comforts of military service under
civil control, and trudging all over
Chittomingo county,day in and day out,
on the mysterious mission of “serving
process,” were evidently tickled that,
their commander should at last have
seen for himself what they had more
than half suspected all along—that
Parmelee was an arrant coward, who
had held his position and made his
record for efficiency in enforcing the
laws only when a big squad of regulars
was at his back.
iVH ior uamuen, wnuse soie Knowl
edge of affairs in the south was derived
from the accounts published in the
northern journals and inspired a> nost
without exception by “carpet-bag” poll
ticians, and who fully expected to find
himself pitted against a determined ar
ray of ex-confederates engaged in the
slaughter of federal officials, white and
black, the young New Englander be
gan to look upon the whole affair as
another practical joke devised by his
new associates simply “to test his grit
or gullibility.” This, at least, was his
first impression, until the sight of the
main body of the company swinging
into the square under command of the
first sergeant, and another look at
Close’s burning brown eyes and Parme
lee’s hangdog face convinced him that
so far as they were concerned there
was no joke.
But how about the chuckling natives
now augmenting their number every
moment? Certainly there could be no
doubt as to the contempt they felt for
“the squire,” as they facetiously termed
Parmelee, or the ridicule which Close’s
appearance had excited until he had
well-nigh finished his denunciation of
the civil officer. Then for an instant
there was almost a ripple of applause.
They watched him ns, in his uncouth,
ill-fitting, unsoldierly garb, the com
mander rtrode angrily back and be
gan searching the wail and window
shutters of the jfail for signs of bullet
marks.
Meantime, gradually recover'ng cor
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lar of the moetihg-liouse began to par
ley. The bell ceased ringing, and hum
ble voices were heard asking who were
outside. A brusque order in Close’s
gruffest tones to “Come up out of that
hole and Account for your prisoners,”
seemed to cause unlimited joy. There
was sound of unbarring doors and
scrambling on wooden stairs, and pres- ;
ently the portals opened an inch or
two and cautious peeps were taVen.
The sight of the blue uniforms was
enough. The defenders, white and col
ored, to the number of six, dusty but
uninjured, came gladly forth into the
afternoon sunshine. “By gad, fellows,
we had hard work stand in’ off that
crowd till you oome,”‘began the fore
most , another of the Parmelee type.
“There must ha’ been half Chittomingo
county in here, and the bullets flew
like—” '
But here a guffaw of derisive laughter
from across the street, the crestfallen
face of 1'armelee, and the quizzical grin
on the sun-tanned features of the sol
diers, put sudden check to his flow of
words. There stood Close, glowering at
him.
“Flew like what, you gibberin’ idiot?
The only bullet-hole in the hull square
that hasn’t been here for six weeks is the
one in that wuthless mule there. You
dam cowards ran for shelter an’ let
your pris’ners loose; that’s plain as
the nose on your face. I don't care
for the pris’ners—that’s your bus’ness;
but what I want’B our mule. Lieut.
Lambert,” he continued, addressing his
silent junior, “I’m as ready as any man
to fight for the flag, but for six months
now I’ve been sittin’ here furnishin’
posses to back up these fellers mokin'
arrests all over the country, because
them was my orders. I haven't seen
a nigger abused. I haven’t seen the
uniform insulted. I haven’t seen a sign
of kuklux; nothin' but some contra
band stills. I’ve obeyed orders an’
helped ’em to moVe arrests of people
I don’t personally know nothin' nbout,
an’ you see for yourself they dnsn’t lift
a hand to hold ’em. I’m tired o’buckin’
up such a gang of cowards, an’ I don’t
care who knows it. March the men
back to camp, air. I’m goin’ after that
mule.”
VI.
With the going down of that even
ing’s sun Lieut. Newton Lambert had
finished his first day of company duty
in the sunny south, and found himself
commanding the temporary post of
Tugaloo. The responsibility now de
volving upon him was the only thing
that enabled him to resist an almost
overwhelming sensation of depression
and disgust. Marching at route step
back to cnm]>, he had held brief and
low-toned conference with Sergt. Burns
and learned something of the circum
stances that led up to the events of the
day. “Old man Potts,” said the ser
geant, was a character. He owned a
place half-wny over towards Quitman
and so near the county line'that nobody
knew whether he rightfully belonged
to Quitman or to Chittomingo. When
he was “wanted" in one he dodged to
the other. Two of his sons had been
killed during the war, and the two
younger were prominent both as citi
zens and “skylnrkers,” for “there was
no mischief or frolic going on they
weren’t mixed up in.” Sergt. Burns
didn't believe in kukluk thereabouts,
but the colored folks and the deputy
marshals did, and so the soldiers were
kept “on the jump.” Old man Potts
had “cussed” Parmelee off his place two
weeks previous, but had ridden in to
Quitman and reported himself to
Brevet Lieut. Col. Sweet, commanding
the two-company garrison there, and
said any time he or his boys were
“wanted” just to say so and he would
come in and account for himself and
them to an officer and a gentleman, but
he’d be damned if he'd allow that sneak
Parmelee on his premises. Then he
had had high words with the marshal
of the district himself. His boyB had
harmed no one, he said. They were full
of fun, and perhaps of fight—he
wouldn’t own ’em if they weren’t; but
they did not belong to the kuklux—if
there were anything of the sort around
there at all—and they Only fought
when interefered with. They might
have expressed contempt for Parmelee,
but that wasn’t law-breaking. The
marshal told him that very serious al
legations hod been laid both against
him and his boys, as well as against
friends with whom they forgathered,
and warned him that arrest would fol
low if more “outrages” occurred; and
the result was that only the interfer
ence of Col. Sweet prevented a shoot
ing scrape on the spot. Ever since
then Parmelee had had some one
watching the movements of Potts and
bis boys. There was a young lady over
(To be continued,)
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