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Imes sdown the citr trt.
Where beauty's a forgotten thine.
a voice of some lone bin! thrills
WUh tiding of the far-off upline.
B, hi my heart, when all la dark.
patience (tokens to despair,
flutters like a prtson'd lark.
Aad pours her rapture on the air.
I cannot tell why this should be.
Wklle sorrow's cup is yet to drain,
Aad ev'ry pleasure comes to me.
Like storm-strewn ruses, flaw'd with
atat 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.
Connt'Corrielirs greeting was a
rely and line performance.
la a grace and a reserved gra-
about a well bred foreigner
which all Americans have not, even
wn members of that much-maligned
aad envied social strata, the one which
leads the world in this republic of ours,
$ast as It does In monarchical England
mm Imperial Russia.
he American usually presents him
ar herself, whether in a drawlngroom or
am a platform before a crowded audi
aaee. with ease, and most creditably.
Bt there is a line, thin line of de-
stlon. very distinct, which sepa-
the ease and simplicity of manner
those accustomed, from times re-
to that deference paid to super-
tsrUy of merit and position, with the
atf-assertlon of the individual who Is
farced to battle his way to the consid
eration of others,, and, however slight,
at can be detected without difficulty.
Count Corrielli, although In his six
ttss, was still an eminently agreeable,
aultnred and even a charming man.
Slight and of medium height, with
hmlr abundant and white as the driven
bw, whose contrast of coloring wag
Wind, with eyes dark, sleepy and Im
penetrable, and his somewhat swarthy
amplexion, not altogether free from
nes around the thin lips, which shut
arm and straight, unconcealed by
heard or mustache, for his was a clean
shaven face, made the count a distln-(iahed-looking
man, while he was a
aanspicuous and attractive figure wher
ever he happened to be.
"How delightful your solitude Is," re
asarked the count, with a sigh of con
tent, taking the seat near the fire, and
her own chair, suggested by a faint
aaature of Estelle's pretty hand.
Looking keenly at the beautiful face
- hefore him, the heightened color, the
ray eyes, in which a mist seemed to
hsxger sorrowfully, and the tremulous
Bastion of the fingers, fluttering rather
anmlessly among the silver of the tea
aarvfee, he drew his conclusions.
"A part lui," the count detested the
atgtrt of a samovar.
There was no tea, Russian, Japanese,
sagllsb, nor other, which had the
litest attraction for this descendant
B old Neapolitan hous, whose
palace, somewhat abandoned-
aar the count was a confirmed wander
-. spending most of his life In Lon
ana and Paris looked solitary and
heautiful from the cliffs of the moun
tain side, where It stood among its
gardens, down on the blue waters of the
hay stretching out at its feet.
That grand old castle which Estelle's
thoughts had pictured to her as a fine
hassle for a bright Christmas gathering
af American wanderers on the con
tinent. "With pleasure No. Neither cream
"If the feminine world has decreed
must drink the abomination,"
count once said privately to some
, friends, "why, let it be without any
additions. They only make it worse."
"No callers? Why, It seems to me this j
Is an ideal afternoon for friends to drop
SB. A little gossip, my dear young
lady, fits admirably with the dull
sther outside, and would add to your
armingly bright fireside, where no
bws would ever dare to gather, if
a thing were possible."
"What a comedy of errors!" said Es
tslie's thoughts with a shudder.
"Oh, yes;. I caught a glimpse of Miss
ennlngton as their carriage crossed
salne." said the count slowly, while
-with commendable virtue he sat sipping
"Oh, If he would only go! Am I never
ts have one quiet hour to myself?"
Whispered Estelle's thoughts sadily. "It
ha maddening! But he stays and
"Why, rarely you must put an end to
Si Bs telle, once and for all," they oom
asaaded. "You'll be glad to get away
this country and from all these
"And after all very few men can equal
she count, as everyone says and thinks.
Ten know he's devoted to you, and you
not stay more than a month at a
m In has ducal palace on the heights,
course there have been marriages,
f births, and deaths, and Joy, and
and revelry, and crime, and
Wsatchedness within Its vast walls
Ibis ills an these centuries, and the
spirits of the past must haunt its fres
aasd corridors and sigh through Its
y Sjafla asat conservatories and wander
Ha atyrtle and citron groves.
y we care?
"AayfAlag to gt away. Anything- to
est ths sssan between you. And contl-
too. If possible, so that you will
never again bear his name
rSm r learn of Its ra notes is mad of
(jra who wflUaftr make up his dally
, tj & tka whflo her thoughts wot
Cjum. Cm bt
I wssttag worM.
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 aJl 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 lip
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 control."
"Don't you know, weally, sometimes
I wondeh if life is life, or is only a
blundeh? A twlck of that devilish I
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
Corrtelll'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
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 hear music In the beat and mur
mur of the waves on the crags and
rocks of the shore?
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" said Estelle,
faintly and desperately, with white lips
and a despairing heart, while he stood
before her, holding with compassionate
tenderness held cold and trembling
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
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, walled her thoughts, "the
wild winds of the sterres caue-ht un
and whirled the snow in eddies and
blinding mists, while baffled and
wounded, he fell into the trammels of
Estelle's thoughts sobbed and wrung
The stillness of the library grew op
pressive, and Estelle, drawing a long
breath, looked up.
The dark eyes were gazing 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.
"Caro 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
imprison 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 her face.
"See here, little one," continued the
count, with a faint, half-gad smile,
which sat well on his careworn and
thoughtful face, "I came with a mission
"A mission!" repeated Estelle vague
ly, while a sigh of unconscious relief
"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
"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 mio, let no false
barrier stand between you and that
happiness which will surely crown a
glorious young Ufe If you only wilt."
"But, monsieur le comte " began
Estelle, while her thoughts, now riot.
Ing In gladness, sang curious and ex
hilarating songs In her ears. "I hardly
"Ton will later," said the count, ris
ing to go.
"Ton will realise, In looking back to
tins hour, the wisdom of too advice
row oM Mead bow gives you, and you
win partly understand the Immensity
f ksj Mrlflot and of his undying de.
wtaaa to all ths
Raising her hand to his lips. Coun
mrnea to leave the room
where Estelle stood uncertain and be
wlldered, while the heavy curtain if
the doorway was again drawn and
someone paused In the doorway.
"Mr. Carrlngton will complete th
tale. Adieu, mignonne," said Cuum
Corrielli, as be passed out slowly, wltt
a courteous greeting to Estelle's latesl
He came forward with a auick stridi
Nothing was said
Dr. Maxib discovered that a machine
gun could be made to act automatically
That is, that the recoil of the weapon
could be used to repeat the fire Indefi
nitely. Some Frenchmen then went
to work and designed a device bj
means of which a carriage could be
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
Major Davidson has progressed so fat
with his idea, says the New York Jour
nal, that he has mentally fashioned
two armored gun carriages which may
in time revolutionize methods in hand
ling small machine guns and heavier
field artillery. That the Idea will work
satisfactorily over smooth streets In
cities 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 remain
to be demonstrated.
So many things must be thought ol
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 the
piece mounted and four men aboard the
motive power can be generated in the
machine. Electricity as a motor was
abandoned by Major Davidson almost
as soon as suggested. The motor to be
used will be gasoline, compressed air
or naphtha. The success of the latter
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 secure
a power strong enough to move the
heavy armored vehicle over all klndf
of bad ground. The automobile car
riages in use operated by electrlcitj
have power only sufficient to run the
carriages with from four to eight per
sons as a load. Compressed air ha
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 he
receives a gun properly mounted Ir.
time. He expects to train a compan)
of his cadets from the Northwesterr
military academy to handle the gun arte
carriage. He says he will need ai
least two such guns before he con giv
the matter a fair test. These he wil'
take across the country to New York.
OF A HUNTED MAN
- . Possibilities of Celery.
E. J. Holllster, the agricultural expert
who Is working down here among the
irrigated settlements Instructing the
farmers how to use water to the besl
advantage, told me the other day thai
with proper cultivation he was confi
dent tGOO worth of celery could be raised
on a single acre of this arid land.writei
William E. Curtis, in the Chicago Rec
ord. He says the alkali In the soil Is ex
actly what is needed to produce the
crisplness that is the first essential oi
this popular plant The Colorado celerj
he considers the best In the world, anii
he predicts that it will soon be raised Ir
sufficient quantities to monopolize the
Fifty thousand celery roots can be
planted on ten acres of irrigated land
and will require the constant attenlior
of two men with the modern tools thai
have been invented to cultivate, har
vest, trim, wash and bind the plant
into bunches. He says there Is a ma j
chine drawn by horses, with knlvef
that run through the soil and cut of)
the plant at the root as neatly and aj
exactly as can be done by hand. There
are other machines that do the rest 01
the work, especially .the back-breakinr
part, and reduce the labor of cultlva
tlon to a minimum. An entire outfit
costs about 11,000, but with It and ter
acres of strong alkali land a man cat
make a profit of from 12,000 to I2.5CK
with less than five months' labor.
It is another Interesting fact thai
these arid lands, which were formerlj
considered worthless, have producei
the highest degree of saccharine mat
ter In the sugar beet. .
Primitive Lighting In Scotia.
These torches bad many kinds
holders, which were made of Iron
wood. In some cases the, wood formed
a stout staff sunk In a stone base. The
top of the staff was cleft, and In thii
was put the burning pine. Iron holden
were made as stands and brackets; thi
latter often fixed to a bar In the fire
place, from which the kindled wood, oi
"cannel wood" In the Aberdeenshire
dialect, could easily be renewed. If
Aberdeenshire these torch standi an
often called "peermen," probably fron
the fact that the burning branch wai
frequently held by the poor, but ever
welcome, wayfarer. These wanderen
were always the most acceptable at
guests to the lonely crofter. He li
turn felt himself amply repaid for the
food and shelter be supplied by the
news and gossip brought by such travelers.
Before a man Is twenty-five hi
spends most of his time trying to make
the girls think he la the devil of a fel
low. After that he spends most of hfe
ttm trying to make them think be
If a writer of Action had evolved out
it his brain the story of George
Howard, the pension fraud convict, he
H)uld not have unfolded a more inter
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
most appalling. That is the first Im
pression obtained from the perusal of
the facts, that made of the most re
pected citizen of Arkansas City a pen
it is Uie story of "Men and Women
over again. Belasco and DeMllle told in
itage version the history of George B.
Howard. He Is the Governor Rodman
)f 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 "llv
ng lire over again," poor Howard of
real life was.
True, be had not borne the punish
Tient Imposed by the authorities he had
ffended, but who will gainsay that, as
i fugitive from Justice, he had not
Hiffered tortures a thousand times
worse than temporary Incarceration in
1 government prison?
A man who decorates his walls with
Jynamlte, who lays sticks of the fate
;ul explosive about his home, where he
nay at a moment's notice blow himself
Uid his lived ones Into eternity, could
lot have had a very cheerful existence,
to say the least.
He dallied with life's sweetest Joys
ander the very shadow of the Damocles
iword. He lived on the brink of a cra
ter more dreadful In its destruction
than the gunpowder about his house.
His years of liberty, passed with a
oved and loving wife and a tender
abe, were In reality years of hellish
His cup of bliss was ever embittered
y the wormwood of fear. The honors
leaped upon him by admiring fellow j
townsmen ever made stinging by the
hastly presence of a dishonorable past
Seorge Howard's life was his atone-
nent, and the presence of the deadly
lynamite in his pretty Kansas home 1?
the best evidence thereof.
OFFENSE AND PUNISHMENT.
A little more than twelve years ago
there came to thejlttle place of Mound
?Ity, III., a tall, handsome stranger. He
as young, besides being handsome,
ina he said that he came from the
tutb and Intended to locate in the pret.
little town. The polish of his man
ers marked him the true southerner
f gentle birth, and the townfolks took
him In a Jiffy. Mound City has
population of 3,000 Inhabitants, and
liere was not one of them who was
lot glad to count such a distinguished
fjklng gentleman as Mr. Howard
Howard had money and opened up a
eeal estate office, the first that had
rver been known to exist In the small
tommunlty on the Kentucky and II 11-
sols border. His insinuating ways and
;h arming personality won for him the
tsteem and liking of the town, and he
lid some business in a place where
heretofore property holders needed no
middleman to barter away their realty
belongings. Some of his deals were
jrofltable, both to himself and the town,
or on a large tract of land, the sale of
which he engineered, a factory was
erected that gives employment to sev
ral hundred persons.
As prosperity came to him the good
will of the townsfolks Increased. He
was 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-
;redulous might look at it.
Being young and attractive, he be
anie a beau among the younger set,
uid a sweet giri became his bride. She
was Abbie Clawson, daughter of Mrs.
P. C. Barle, one of the richest women
In Pulaski county. The courtship was
hort and the wedding bells rang Joy
usly on the day that made the pretti
est girl of Mound City the bride of
Jeorge B. Howard.
This union with so decided a matri
monial catch as Abbie Clawson, rather
strengthened the young real estate
nan's position la the town, if It needed
sny further prop after people had be
run to know and like him.
SROWTH 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 be hired men to solicit for him,
and established many subagencies. He
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 Barn'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 appll-1
tlon. Experts were called In to ex
amine the writing, and they decided
that both the voucher and the receipt
wars signed by ths same person. An
other Investigation followed, and some
of the most startling facts came to
light. Howard was discovered to have
carried on wholesale pension f rounds.
He was arrested, indicted by the grand
Jury on twenty-five different counts,
and put In Jail.
Oreatly astonished were the good
folks of Mound City. Sorry, too, were
they. Just as the Kansana 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.
dlctment 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
Howard was taken to the Chester
(III.) penitentiary, where government
convicts are cared for. It was on Oc
tober 17, 1891. that the prison gates
closed upon him. Soon after his In
carceration he bean to show signs of
Insanity. Some say It was real, others
held that he was shamming. The In
fluence 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 laid them
well. .In the very month In which he
ad 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
Im. The government sleuths. who
tarted immediately on his trail 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
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.
Louls. 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 had been born during his prison
term. The prf'sence ot the Infant, the
possession of his wife, made him even
more determined than before to find a
place where they could be together;
where he might begin life anew, and
enjoy the companionship of his spouse
and child as a respected citizen and
not as an outlaw and fugitive from
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
ts 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 communl-
tleg formed, now rigid questioning of
antecedents is In vogue. The outlaw
as as good a chance to become a
ouseholder as the most devout seeker
fter fortune. It's the "finish" that
tells In sut-h communities, and Claw
son was right "In" at the first call. He
left his wife and baby In Iowa. What
money he had he used to build up his
new life, his new home, his new for
tunes. He formed a townslte company
and sold a number of lots, which cost
him no more than the filing fees, for
MOO a niece.
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
icine. 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
arr.'natlon and receive his diploma. This
was five years ago. It was his first
leap Into civilization away from his
Cherokee home, and It proved safe. He
returned to nts seir-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 ths sidewalk, giving any one
within splendid opportunity to see and
study those who approached the house,
from day to day ths doctor's habits
were always the same. He waa a de
voted husband and the roost indulgent
father. At I o'clock In the morning he
wended his way to 1U office, nevol
leaving It until It was time to return t
dinner. As he passed along the street,
both morning, noon and night, he had
a friendly greeting, a handshake, a
smile for everybody. On fair summer
evenings, or crisp, bright autumn dayg
his little daughter went to meet hlrn
at bis office and to accompany him on
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 receive
her husband with a kiss and a fond
smile. The scenes of the morning re
peated themselves. Scores of person!
passed father and daughter, chatted
for a few minutes and went on.
"What a good man the doctor Is," the
town folks were wont to say, who re
spected and loved him for his domes
tic virtues as well as for his medica
After t o'clock the doctor was rarelj
seen uptown, and If he perchance die
go back to his office It was only for ai
hour. Eight o'clock, or nightfall li
winter, saw him safely wtthln doors
The gayeties of the frontier town had
no temptation for him. He preferred
his fireside, the companionship of hll
wife and baby to all allurements suet
as are usually offered in railroad crosi
towns of new origin.
On Sunday evening the d x-tor accom.
panled his wife and daughter to the
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.
although his hair was fast becoming
gray. He knew a few card tricks, with
which he amused his friends, but sav
for his stories and his cleverness with
the cards, nothing indicated that h
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 ts
family, community honors, the doctor
was once urged to take the mayoralty
of the town. His arrest came like s
thunderbolt. It all was due to a flaw In
the carefully reared structure of hll
concealment, disguise of name, profes
sion and perhaps character. He prob
ably longed to lie 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 the
attorney general at Washington wltt
letters asking for his pardon, but thai
official declined to listen tojier appeali
unm me lugunve surrenderee:. lie
gave her to understand that he would
consider the use of his Influence In tha'
case. The good woman, who worked
so unceasingly in his behalf, knew not
how to rply to this ultimatum on the
part of the attorney general. Woman
like, she wished to consult with her
son about the character' of her reply
nit so she mailed the letter to him
asking him to read It, and if he ap
proved it, to speed It on its way.
Hlght here is where the man'who hai
dodged government detectives for eighl
years, not by fleeing from continent to
continent, but by simply living a quiet,
un istentatlous and righteous life In an
out-of-the-way community, made his
fatal error. He sent Mrs. Earle's let-
er to a friend In Washington, asking
that he mail the inclosure. Ill luck
to Clawson, good luck to the detec
tlves, played Into their hands the en
velope In which Mrs. Earle's letter was
sent. The friend, who is a clc;rk In the
Ebbltt house, by some strange circum
stance, which may never be explained,
saved the fatal envelope. The detec-
Ives came to him and he produced It.
gave them the clew to the escaped
convict's whereabours, for the postmark
showed that It had been mailed In th
Oklahoma district of the Santa Fe
From row on It was easy for the
leuths. United States Marshal Trigg
was put to work on the case. Severn'
clews were followed, but they proved
unsuccessful. Finally the marsha
came to Arkansas City. Perhaps h
knew the maiden name of George B.
Howard's wife Clawson and perhapi
he didn't. At any rate, It is said, hi
suspected the doctor. It remained tu
prove up his suspicion. He sent fof
a photograph of Howard taken whet
he was Imprisoned at Chester, nlm
years ago. The Image on the paste,
board was yet quite like the aging man
of the story. Trigg sent for Harry Sut
ton, one of the best detectives In th
state of Knncas, to help him make thl
arrest. FirHt 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 sus
pecting anything untoward, the doc tot
w ho never opened his door to any one
until he had faced them, admitted
them. Their errand was soon mad
clear .When the photograph was hand
ed to him he admitted that he was thell
After he had made this admission he
begged the men to allow hlrn to shu)
the door opposite his desk. At first It
seemed natural to the detectives tha
he wished to conceal the terrible knowl
edge from his wife at least for a fev
moments longer, but there was such I
queer, determined expression in the eye
of the fugitive that they refused to lei
him close the door, and one of them go
up and did it himself.
When Trigg asked him afterward!
why he had been so anxious to close
this door he showed them were, undo
a little thermometer on a paper mat
was concealed a stick of dynamite. Hai
he reached It. he said, he would havj
blown himself, his wife and child anf
his captors Into kingdom come.
Doctor Claw son's life for the pas
four years has been so far above re
proach that the people of Arkansai
City, without a dissenting voice, clamof
for his pardon. T. W, Eckert, editor ej
the Traveler, and probably one of thl
most Influential men wMh the author!
ties In Pulaski county, has Interested
himself In Doctor Clawson's behalf, an!
hopes to also Interest President Mo
Klnley and the officers who have con
trol of the case. Rteps were taken b
all the well-to-do people of ths eons
mualty to assist ths doctor and his fan -
uy in tneir nour or troubie.and If ever
good and upright life will stand a mat
la hand Doctor Clawson will flad
trouble In proving bis right la tha)
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