Sometimes a down the city itret.
Where beauty's a forgotten thing.
The voice of some lone bird thrills
sweet
With tidings of the far-off sprint
So, In my heart, when all is dark.
And patience sickens to despair,
Hope flutters like a prison'd lark.
And pours her rapture on the air.
I cannot tell why this should be.
While sorrow's cup Is yet to drain.
And ev'ry pleasure conies to me.
Like storm-strewn roses, flaw'd with
pain.
But we are one, the bird and I,
In suffering and yearning one;
With memories that cannot die
Of flow'rs, blue ocean, and the sun.
THE SEQUEL.
Count Corrielll's greeting was a lei
surely and fine performance.
There is a grace and a reserved gra
' eiousneee about a well bred foreigner
which all Americans have not, even
when members of that much-maligned
and envied social strata, the one which
leads the world In this republic of ours.
Just as it doea In monarchical England
and imperial Russia.
The American usually presents him
or herself, whether in a drawlngroom or
on a platform before a crowded audi
ence, with ease, and most creditably.
But there Is a fine, thin line of de
markatlon, very distinct, which sepa
rates the ease and simplicity of manner
f those accustomed, from times re
mote, to that deference paid to super
iority of merit and position, with the
self-assertion of the individual who is
forced to battle his way to the consul
eration of others, and, however slight.
It can be detected without difficulty.
Count Corrielli, although In his six
ties, was still an eminently agreeable,
cultured and even a charming man.
Slight and of medium height, with
hair abundant and white as the driven
now, whose contrast of coloring was
Vivid, with eyes dark, sleepy and im
penetrable, and his somewhat swarthy
complexion, not altogether free from
lines around the thin lips, which shut
Arm arid straight, unconcealed by
beard or mustache, for his was a clean
haven face, made the count a distinguished-looking
man, while be was a
conspicuous and attractive figure wher
ver he happened to be.
"How delightful your solitude is," re
marked the count, with a sigh of con
tent, taking the seat near the fire, and
her own chair, suggested by a faint
gesture of Estelle's pretty hand.
Looking keenly at the beautiful face
, before him, the heightened color, the
gray eyes, in which a mist seemed to
linger sorrowfully, and the tremulous
motion of the fingers, fluttering rather
aimlessly among the silver of the tea
service, he drew his conclusions.
"A part lul," the count detested the
Sight of a samovar.
.. Thsra was no tea, Russian, Japanese,
bgllsh, nor other, which had the
Slightest attraction for this descendant
f an old Neapolitan hous, whose
ducal palace, somewhat abandoned
for the count was a confirmed wander
er, spending most of his life in Lon
doa and Paris looked solitary and
beautiful from the cliffs of the moun
tain side, where it stood among its
gardens, down on the blue waters of the
bay stretching out at Its feet
That grand old castle which Estelle's
thoughts had pictured to her as a fine
locale for a bright Christmas gathering
sf American wanderers on the con
tinent "With pleasure No. Neither cream
Mr sugar."
"If the feminine world has decreed
that one must drink the abomination,"
til count once said privately to some
Club friends, "why, let It be without any
additions. They only make It worse."
"No callers? Why, It seems to me this
la an ideal afternoon for friends to drop
tn. A little gossip, my dear young
hvdy, flu admirably with the dull
weather outside, and would add to your
charmingly bright fireside, where no
shadows would ever dare to gather, if
such a thing were possible."
"What a comedy of errors!" said Es
telle's thoughts with a shudder.
"Oh, yes; I caught a glimpse" of Miss
Bennington as their carriage crossed
mine," said the count slowly, while
with commendable virtue be sat sipping
Estelle's tea.
"Oh, if he would only go! Am I never
to have one quiet hour to myself?"
whispered Estelle's thoughts sadily. "It
Is maddening! But he stays and
"Why, surely you must put an end to
It Bstelle, once and for all," they com
manded. "You'll be glad to get away
from this country and from all these
dear, hateful people.
"And after all very few men can equal
the count, as everyone says and thlnka
You know he's devoted to you, and yon
Med not stay more than a month at a
time In his ducal palace on the heights.
Of course there have been marriages,
and birth, and deaths, and Joy, and
Sorrow, and revelry, and crime, and
W retched aese within its vast walla
through all these centuries, and the
spirits of the past must haunt its free-
corridors and sigh through Its
aad conservatories and wander
through it myrtle and citron groves.
But what do we care?
"Anything to gut away. Anything to
sat the ocean between you. And oontl
asata, too, If possible, so that you will
lever again bear hM name
or leant of Ita successes and of
who wtmagtr make up hla dally
ad hauriv Mfd."
Aa afi the while her thought
as) tha
f the aceuea at
tft latent opera, and
4 Oa furuhW wedding
of the forenoon, while the keen scrutiny
of the count's veiled eyes read deeper
Into the young girl's soul than she was
at ail aware of.
"A very suitable marriage," he com
mented, rising leisurely to put his half
empty cup on the tabouret.
Estelle's eyes flashed and her Hp
curled. "For those two," he supple
mented, reseating himself.
"What Is folly for one may be wisdom
for another. We are all on distinct
patterns, my dear young lady, although
In different degrees. We possess with
in us the same irrational bundle of
contradictory emotions which are apt
to play us queer tricks at odd times.
and whose vagaries we none of us are
ever sure we can circumvent or con
trol."
"Don't you know, weally, sometimes
I wondeh if life Is life, or is only a
blundeh? A twlck of that devilish
fellah down yondeh, who's fooling us
all, don't you know?" quoted Estelle,
with a light laugh, while her thoughts
ran on in bewildering riot, picturing
scenes and forecasting events until,
with a start, she came back in Count
Corrielll's last words.
Would she be content? Would a life
of luxurious wandering suit her?
Would liberty and freedom and the
kaleidoscope of fashions, facts and
fancies, and the whirl of social life In
the great capitals, please her fancy and
amuse and delight and ever keep a
bright smile on her beautiful lips, and
a gladness In the depths of her glorious
eyes?
And would she honor the home of
his forbears, the castle on the cliffs,
with her divine presence, and see
beauty In the deep blue skies of Italy
and bear music In the beat and mur
mur of the waves on the crags and
rocks of the shore?
"Tes! Yes Yes!" said Estelle,
faintly and desperately, with white Hps
and a despairing heart, while he stood
before her, holding wrth compassionate
tenderness held cold and trembling
hands.
Then a long pause fell between them.
The wood fire burned cheerily, the
fretted brass work of the fireplace
gleamed and glistened as the. fitful
flames rose and fell. That of the hand
some room, familiar to Estelle from her
bonny childhood to this culminating
hour of her young womanhood, looked
with sorrowful reproach at her mad
sacrifice, and her thoughts, tumultuous
and wild, worried her with clamorous
appeal, reproaches and surging, unde
fined fears, until to still the pain and
tumult, she sank back on the amber
cushions of her chair and closed her
eyes.
The white bear on whose long fur
your feet are resting was driven, and
hunted, and finally tropped by a decep
tive cry, In the black wilderness of the
night, when, wailed her thoughts, "the
wild winds of the steppes caught up
and whirled the snow In eddies and
blinding mists, while baffled and
wounded, he fell Into the trammels of
hiB captor!
Estelle's thoughts sobbed and wrung
their hands
The stillness of the library grew op
pressive, and Estelle, drawing a long
breath, looked up.
The dark eyes were gaslng down
compassionately and sorrowfully at her
lovely upturned face, whose varying
color and troubled look told a tale of
tentimes read by Count Corrielli in his
wanderings through the world.
Car mio," he said gently, drawing
a chair close to hers and resuming pos
session of her hands. "I am better
than you deem me.
"Do you believe I would selfishly tie
your exquisite and reluctant youth to
my gray hairs and sober years, and
mprlson your loveliness within the
limits of a life, gilded and gaudy, but
after all a prison life, little one, in
which your heart would cry out and
beat its wings until it lay dead, all
bruised for struggling so ineffectually
against the walls of its living tomb?
"No! No! Yours Is the happiness I
hold the most precious thing in all this
world, sweetheart; so not to me shall
you sacrifice one second of your price
less liberty or give one unwilling
thought In obedience to a dictate which
comes not from the heart"
Estelle sat and listened, while a wave
of color swept over ber face.
"See here, little one," continued the
count, with a faint, half-sad smile,
which sat well on his careworn and
thoughtful face, "I came with a mission
this afternoon,"
"A mission!" repeated Estelle vague
ly, while a sigh of unconscious relief
escaped her.
"Mine is a longer acquaintance with
the world and its incongruous Inhabi
tants than yours. Will you not believe,
child, that my knowledge of others, and
love for you. will give me a greater In
sight Into intent and motive than you
can possess?"
"I suppose so," acquiesced Estelle,
still too bewildered by the singular out
come of the court's proposal to draw
any special conclusion, while a curious
hopefulness began to stir and assert
Itself within her breast.
"Then accept my advice and attach
no Importance to gossip rumor.
"And again, caro mlo, let no false
barrier stand between you and that
happiness which will surely crown a
glorious young life If you only will,"
"But, monsieur le comte " began
Estelle, while her thoughts, now riot,
lag In gladness, sang curious and ex
hilarating songs In her ears. "I hardly
know
"Ton will later," aald the count, ris
ing to go.
"Ton win realise, in looking back to
thai hour, the wisdom of the advioe
roar old Mead aow gives you, and you
win partly understand the Immensity
of his sacrifice aad of Ins undying de
votion to the sweetest woman la all the
world."
Raising her hand to hla lips, Couir
CorTlelll turned to leave the room
where Estelle stood uncertain and be
wlldered. while the heavy curtain li
the doorway was again drawn ant
someone paused in the doorway.
"Mr. Carrington will complete th
tale. Adieu, mignonne," said Count
Corrielli, as be passed out slowly, win
a courteous greeting to Eetelle's latesl
visitor.
He came forward with a quick strldi
and
Nothing was said
PITIFUL STORY
OF A HUNTED MAN
Automobile Cannon.
Dr. Maxib discovered that a machine
gun could be made to act automatically
That Is, that the recoil of the weapoo
could be' used to repeat the Are Indefi
nitely. Some Frenchmen then went
to work and designed a device bj
means of which a carriage could b
made to progress with speed and
smoothness without horses. Major Roy
al P. Davidson of the Illinois National
Guard, commandant at Northwestern
military academy, has put two and two
together and decided that a cannon
could be mounted on an automobile
carriage and made to do effective ser
vice.
Major Davidson has progressed so fai
with his idea, says the New York Jour
nal, that he has mentally fashioned
two armored gun carriages which may
in time revolutionise methods in hand
ling small machine guns and heavier
field artillery. That the Idea will work
satisfactorily over smooth streets in
cKles and be a vauable adjunct In sup
pressing riots is beyond doubt; whethei
it will work as well across country and
taking In all kinds of ground remalnt
to be demonstrated.
So many things must be thought of
in designing such a carriage that Major
Davidson frankly says he Is by no
means out of the woods. The car
riage must be light, so that with th
piece mounted and four men aboard th
motive power can be generated In th
machine. Electricity as a motor was
abandoned by Mijor Davidson almost
as soon as suggested. The motor to b
used will be gasoline, compressed alt
or naphtha. The success of the lattei
with water craft has recently Inspired
the young Inventor with the belief that
It is suitable to his purposes.
The main difficulty will be to securt
a power strong enough to move the
heavy armored vehicle over all kindf
of bad ground. The automobile car
riages in use operated by eleetric!t
have power only sufficient to run th
carriages with from four to eight per
sons as a load. Compressed air bai
almost no limit In power but is some
what limited in speed. Speed Is ar
essential in handling a battery.
It is the purpose of MaJ. Davidson tc
go overland to New York In case ht
receives a gun properly mounted ir
time. He expects to train a companj
of his cadets from the Northwesterr
military academy to handle the gun anif
carriage. He says he will need
least two such guns before he can g1v
the matter a fair test. These he wir
take across the country to New York.
Possibilities of Celery.
E, J. Holllster, the agricultural experi
who is working down here among thi
Irrigated settlements instructing th(
farmers how to use water to the best
advantage, told me the other day thai
with proper cultivation he was oonfl
dent $&00 worth of celery could be raised
on a single acre of this arid land. write
William E. Curtis, in the Chicago Rec
ord. He says the alkali In the soil is ex
actly what is needed to produce th
crispiness that is the first essential o!
this popular plant The Colorado celerj
he considers the best in the world, anc
he predicts that It will soon be raised ir
sufficient quantities to monopolize th
pastern markets.
Fifty thousand celery roots can b
planted on ten acres of Irrigated land
and will require the constant attentior
of two men with the modern tools thai
have been Invented to cultivate, har
vest, trim, wash and bind the planl
into bunches. He says there Is a ma
chine drawn by horses, with knlvei
that run through the soil and cut ofl
the plant at the root as neatly and at
exactly as can be done by hand. Then
are other machines that do the rest 01
the work, especially the back-breaklnf
part, and reduce the labor of cultlva
tlon to a minimum. An entire outfr
costs about tl.OOO, but with It and let
acres of strong alkali land a man cat
make a profit of from 12,000 to 12,50)
with less than five months' labor.
It Is' another Interesting fact thai
these arid lands, which were formerl
considered worthless, have produced
the highest degree of saccharine mat
ter in the sugar beet
Primitive Lighting In Scotia.
These torches bad many kinds oi
holders, which were made of Iron ol
wood. In some cases the wood formed
a stout staff sunk in a stone base. Tlx
top of the staff was cleft, and In this
was put the burning pine. Iron holden
were made as stands and brackets; Uu
latter often fixed to a bar in the fire
place, from which the kindled wood, oi
"caanel wood" in the Aberdeenshln
dialect, could easily be renewed. It
Aberdeenshire these torch stands an
often called "peermen," probably Iron
the fact that the burning branch wai
frequently held by the poor, but evei
welcome, wayfarer. These wandereri
were always the most acceptable ol
guests to the lonely crofter. He li
turn felt himself amply repaid for Uu
food and shelter he supplied by Um
news and gossip brought by such travelers.
Before a man la twenty-five hi
spends most of his time trying to rnakt
the girls think ha la the devil of a f el
low. After that he spends most of hk
time trying to bum them think hi
laa'U
If a writer of fiction had evolved out
of his brain the story of George B
Howard, the pension fraud convict, be
:ould not have unfolded a more Inter
eetln tale.
It is the story of a fellow creature
that appeals to the reader in manifold
ways. The unrelenting vigor with
which the government pursues its of
fenders is to the ordinary mind al
moBt appalling. That Is the first Im
presslon obtained from the perusal of
the facts, that made of the most re
rpected citizen of Arkansas City a pen
Itenttary inmate.
It is the story of "Men and Women'
ever again. Belasco and DeMllle told In
ttage version the history of George B,
Howard. He is the Governor Rodman
5f the drama. Only playwrights must
tppeal to human hearts, if they want to
be successful, and they softened and
:heered their tale with a happy ending
Rodman was not disturbed In his "Uv
ng Ufe over again," poor Howard of
real life was.
True, he had not borne the punish
ment imposed by the authorities he had
offended, but who will gainsay that, as
a fugitive from Justice, he had not
tuffered tortures a thousand times
worse than temporary Incarceration in
a government prison?
A man who decorates his walls with
lynamlte, who lays sticks of the fate-
lul explosive about his home, where he
nay at a moment's notice blow himself
and his lived ones Into eternity, could
ot have had a very cheerful existence,
so say the least.
He dallied with life's sweetest Joys
jnder the very shadow of the Damocles
iword. He lived on the brink of a cra-
ler more dreadful In its destruction
than the gunpowder about his house.
1Mb years of liberty, passed with a
ved and loving wife and a tender
9abe, were in reality years of hellish
torment
His cup of bliss was ever embittered
by the wormwood of fear. The honors
leaped upon him by admiring fellow J
lownsmen ever made stinging by the
fhastly presence of a dishonorable past.
Jeorge Howard's life was his atone-
nent, and the presence of the deadly
lynamlte in his pretty Kansas home Is
the best evidence thereof.
OFFENSE AND PUNISHMENT.
A little more than twelve years ago
there came to the- little place of Mound
2Hy, 111., a tall, handsome stranger. He
as young, besides being handsome,
and he said that he came from the
outb and Intended to locate in the pret-
,y little town. The polish of his man-
ters marked him the true southerner
tf gentle birth, and the townfolks took
co him in a Jiffy. Mound City has a
population of 3,000 inhabitants, and
ihere was not one of them who was
lot glad to count such a distinguished
poking gentleman as Mr. Howard a
fellow cKlzen.
Howard had money and opened up a
real estate office, the first that had
rver been known to exist In the small
tommunlty on the Kentucky and 1111-
ols border. His Insinuating ways and
harming personality won for him the
steem and liking of the town, and he
lid some business In a place where
Seretofore property holders needed no
middleman to barter away their realty
belongings. Some of his deals were
irofitable, both to himself and the town.
'.or on a large tract of land, the sale of
which he engineered, a factory was
rected that gives employment to sev
eral hundred persons.
As prosperity came to him the good
sill of the townsfolks increased. He
a as received In the best society of the
little town, attended the churches and
was altogether an acquisition to the
place in every way even the most in-
jredulous might look at It
Being young and attractive, he be-
ame a beau among the younger set,
and a sweet girl became his bride. She
was Abble Clawson, daughter of Mrs.
P. C. Earle, one of the richest women
In Pulaski county. The courtship was
ihort and the wedding bells rang Joy
ously on the day that made the pretti
Bt girl of Mound City the bride of
3eorge B. Howard.
This union with so decided a matri
monial catch as Abble Clawson, rather
ttrengthened the young real estate
man's position le the town. If it needed
any further prop after people had be-
;un to know and like him.
3ROWTH OF A PENSION AGENCY.
Meanwhile, In connection with his real
estate business, Howard had estab
lished himself as a pension agent.
While he had no white clients, negroes
who had fought In the civil war seemed
to be plentiful In old Pulaski, around
Cairo, or "Egypt," as that part of
Southern Illinois is called. His business
as pension agent Increased so rapidly
that he hired men to solicit fur him,
and established many subagencles, lie
seemed to be floating on the top wave
of prosperity, when the government at
Washington made notice of the fact
that "Egypt" was rather full of pen
sion claimants, all of whom established
their right to draw upon Uncle Sam's
treasury. A government officer was sent
to Mound City and vicinity to Investi
gate, and apparently found everything
all right The officer returned to Wash
ington and the pension claims came in
stronger than before.
The officials of the Pension depart
ment talked about it among themselves,
and one day one of them discovered
that the signature on a receipt, purport
ing to have come from the widow of a
dead hero, was uncommonly like How
ard's own writing on the pension appli
cation. Experts were called In to ex
amine the writing, and they decided
that both the voucher and the receipt
were signed by the same person. An
other Investigation followed, and some
of the most startling facts came
light. Howard was discovered to hav
carried on wholesale pension frounds
He was arrested, indicted by the grand
Jury on twenty-flve different counts
and put in Jail.
Greatly astonished were the good
folks of Mound City. Sorry, too, were
they, Just as the Kansans are' sorry
over the plight of their shattered IdoL
His family stood valiantly by him
Mrs. Earle, his mother-in-law, who had
wealthy and Influential friends In the
east came to the fore to work for the
release of her daughter's husband. The
government, however, was unrelenting
and as soon as he was freed on one In
dictment he was arrested on another.
Forgery, pension fraud, obtaining mon
ey under false pretenses, and other sim
ilar charges were brought against him,
and in the end the sentences passed
upon him piled up to fourteen years in
the penitentiary.
Howard was taken to the Chester
(111.) penitentiary, where government
convicts are cared for. It was on Oe
tober 17, 1891, that the prison gates
closed upon him. Soon after his In
carceratlon he bean to show signs of
Insanity. Some say It was real, others
held that he was shamming. The In
fiuence of his mother-in-law and her
money again came to his rescue. Prom
inent persons In Washington Interested
themselves in the case.and Howard was
removed to the government hospital In
Washington, D. C.
Still feigning mild Insanity, Howard,
it Is said, laid his plans and iaid them
well. In the very month In which he
had been Imprisoned the previous year
he escaped. A sum of money sent to
him was used to bribe a guard. It
seemed as If the earth had swallowed
him. The government sleuths, who
started Immediately on his trad could
not locate him. They were never called
off. The case was one of those which
would forever be prosecuted, and the
purpose of which only the death of the
victim could thwart.
TURNS UP IN KANSAS.
The story of the escape from the ov-
ernment bloodhounds could only be
told by Howard himself. He outlined
It briefly without Implicating anybody
How he escaped from Washington un
observed, though of striking personal
ity, he does not say. He admits of go
ing to Mound City shortly after he had
eluded the guards of the asylum and
entered upon his freedom. In Mound
City he remained only two days. He
would be easier lost sight of in a large
community, and so he came to St
Iuls. There he met his wife, whom he
had not seen since his arrival In the
Washington hospital, and was shown
for the first time his baby daughter,
who hod been born during his prison
term. The presence of the Infant, the
possession of his wife, made hlrn even
more determined than before to find a
place where they could be together;
where he might begin life anew, and j
enjoy the companionship of his spouse
and child as a respected citizen and
not as an outlaw and fugitive from
Justice.
From St. Louis these three people,
who are now plunged into the most dis
mal gloom, traveled to a little town In
Iowa. An old friend gave them shelter,
and for a time they were safe. The
husband had adopted his wife's maiden
name, and was henceforth known as
J. W. Clawson. But the Inexorable
law which demands that an effense
must be expiated, soon, seemingly, had
Its finger again on the throat of the
fleeting man. One day his friend came
home and acquainted him with the fact
that strangers had struck the town,
who seemed to be government detec
tives. Flight again became necessary
to escape detection.
The friend advised that the fugitive
go to the Cherokee Strip, which was
being opened Just then. Where now
towns are laid out and new communi
ties formed, now rigid questioning of
antecedents is In vogue. The outlaw
has as good a chance to become a
householder as the most devout seeker
after fortune. It's the "finish" that
tells In such communities, and Claw
son was right "in" at the first call. He
left his wife and baby in Iowa. What
money he bad he used to build up his
new life, his new home, his new for
tunes. He formed a townslle company
and sold a number of lots, which cost
him no more than the filing fees, for
100 apiece.
When he had established himself In
Arkansas City his wife and child came
to him, and the new life began In
earnest During his Incarceration In
the Washington hospital Howard, or
Clawson, as we must call him now, had
become Interested In the study of med.
Iclne. He determined to make It his
new life's work, and began to write for
instructions by mall. He studied night
and day, and when he felt competent
he went to Kansas City to pass his ex
amination and receive his diploma. This
was five years ago. It was hla first
leap Into civilisation away from his
Cherokee home, and It proved safe. He
returned to his self-Imposed exile, so
bravely shared by his wife and baby,
and he vowed to make them happy.
Having saved considerable money,
Howard began the practice of medicine,
and to build a home from his beloved.
He was now known as Doctor Clawson
and his practice grew apace. A pretty
one-story cottage became the shelter
of these three people, whom love bound
so tightly together that crime could not
break the bond. A small porch ran
along the front of the house. A big
window in the center admitted light
and air, and large trees shaded either
side. The house was well set back from
the street Even the fence was twelve
feet from the sidewalk, giving any one
within splendid opportunity to see and
study those who approached the house
from day to day the doctor's habits
were always the same. He was a de
voted husband and the roost Indulged
father. At I o'clock in the mining he
wended his way to hie office, nevel
leaving It until It was time to return te
dinner. As he passed along the street,
both morning, noon and night, he had
a friendly greeting, a handshake, s
smile for everybody. On fair summet
evenings, or crisp, bright autumn days
his little daughter went to meet him
at his office and to accompany him oO
his homeward way. The pair were the
talk of the town, so loving and devoted
were they. With the little fairy's hanj
clasped in his. Doctor Clawsn strolled
leisurely toward his pretty home, where
the wife stood in the door to recelvd
her husband with a kiss and a fond
smile. The scenes of the morning re
peated themselves. Scores of persons
passed father and daughter, chatted
for a few minutes and went on.
What a good man the doctor is." thl
town folks were wont to say, who re
spected and loved him for his domes
tic virtues as well as for his medlca
skill.
After 6 o'clock the doctor was rarelj
seen uptown, and tf he perchance dl
go back to his office it was only for at
hour. Eight o'clock, or nightfall li
winter, saw him safely within doors
The gayeties of the frontier town had
no temptation for him. He preferred
his fireside, the companionship or nu
wife and baby to all allurements suet
as are usually offered In railroad crosi
towns of new origin.
On Sunday evening the doctor accom
panied his wife and daughter to tbl
church In which they worshiped, al
though he was not himself a member ol
the congregation. He was fond of tell
Ing stories, and his fund seemed Inex
haustible. He was always sure of an
audience among the younger men, who
found him a most entertaining person.
ithough his hair was fast becoming
gray. He knew a few card tncKs, wiid
which he amused his friends, but save
for his stories and his cleverness with
the cards, nothing Indicated that n
had ever mingled with men or women
of the world.
Shortly before his arrest he stated to
a friend that he would soon be in easy
circumstances. His remedies were fast
becoming known, and recently he gave
up his regular physician's practice and
devoted himself entirely to the study
of the eye and ear.
Into this life of study, devotion to
family, community honors, the doctor
was once urged to take the mayoralty
of the town. His arrest came like a
thunderbolt. It all was due to a flaw In
the carefully reared structure of hlf
concealment, disguise of name, profes
sion and perhaps character. H prob
ably longed to be able to step forth
Into the public light once more a man
free from the hounding fear of dlscov
ery. At any rate his mother-in-law
Mrs. Earle, never gave up hope of ob
taining his pardon. He besieged thl
attorney general at Washington will
letters asking for his pardon, but thai
official declined to listen to her appeali
until the fugutive surrendered. H
gave her to understand that be would
consider the use of his Influence in tha'
case. The god woman, who worked
so unceasingly in his behalf, knew noi
how to reply to this ultimatum on th
part of the attorney general. Woman
like, she wished to consult with hei
son about the character of her reply
and s- she mailed the letter to him
asking him to read It, and if he ap
proved It, to speed it on Its way.
Right here is where the man who ha
dodged government detectives for elghl
years, not by fleeing from continent to
continent, but by simply living a quiet,
unostentatious and righteous life In an
out-of-the-way community, made his
fatal error. He sent Mrs. Earle's let
ter to a friend In Washington, asking
that he mall the Inclosure. Ill luck
to Clawson. good luck to the detec
tives, played Into their hands the en
velope in which Mrs. Earle's letter wua
sent. The friend, who Is a clerk In the
Ebbltt house, by some strange circum
stance, which may never be explained,
saved the fatal envelope. The detec
tives came to him and he produced It
gave them the clew to the escaped
It
convict's whereabouts, for the postmark
showed that It had been mailed In the
Oklahoma district of the Santa Fe
system.
From now on It was easy for th
sleuths. United States Marshal Trigs
was put to work on the case. Severa'
clews were followed, but they proved
unsuccessful. Finally the marsh
came to Arkansas City. Perhaps hi
knew the maiden name of George B.
Howard's wife Clawson and perhapf
he didn't. At any rate. It Is said, he
suspected the doctor. It remained td
prove up his suspicion. He sent fo
a photograph of Howard taken whel
he was Imprisoned at Chester, nint
years ago. The Image on the paste
board was yet quite like the aging mas
of the story. Trigg sent for Harry Sut
ton, one of the best detectives in thl
state of KnnKas, to help him make thl
arrest, hirst they made the doctor!
acquaintance through a feigned land
purchase, which they said they hoped
to effect. Upon their second call the,
had with them the photograp. Not bus
iwtlng anything untoward, the doctoi
who never opened his door to any on
until he had faced them, admitted
them. Their errand was sion madi
clear. When the photograph was hand,
ed to him he admitted that he was thell
man.
After he had made this admission hi
begged the men to allow him to shu
the door opposite his desk. At first II
seemed natural to the detectives tha
he w ished to conceal the terrible knowl
edge from his wife at least for a fee
moments longer, but there was such I
queer, determined expression In the ey
of the fugitive that they refused to lef
him close the door, and one of Inem go
up and did It himself.
When Trigg asked him afterwardt
why he had been so anxious to closi
this d'Mir he showed them were, unde
a little thermometer on a paper mat
was concealed a stick of dynamite. Ha
he reached It, he said, he would havi
blown himself, his wife and child anf
his captors Into kingdom come.
Doctor Clawson's life for the pas
four years has been so far above re
proach that the people of Ark an sal
City, without a dissenting voice, demo
for his pardon. T. W. Eckert, editor 9
the Traveler, and probably one of th)
most Influential men wHh the author!
ties In Pulaski county, has Interest
himself In Doctor Clawson's behalf, and
hopes to also Interest President Mo
Klnley and the officers who hava con
trol of the case. Steps were taken hi
ail the well-to-do people of the com
munlty to assist the doctor and his fain
liy In their hour of trouble,aad If ever
good and upright life will stand a mat
hi band Doctor Clawson will Bad j
trouble la proving his right ta tha
claim.
