The Canadian Crescent. (Canadian, Tex.), Vol. 2, No. 17, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 21, 1889 Page: 3 of 8
eight pages : ill. ; page 19 x 13 in. Digitized from 35 mm. microfilm.View a full description of this newspaper.
Extracted Text
The following text was automatically extracted from the image on this page using optical character recognition software:
■ V m¿
y' •'
:•= ;tv- v
THE CANADIAN CRESCENT.
X-!'
>
!l
li
V f
r I"
H i
* 1
m
!«
■¡SSllSS
i ,
fSEEXAV E. VULSB, Editor ft Pub's
PUBLISHED EVER* THURSDAY AT
CATvTAr>TA~N\> - TEXAS
if ■ r-«i ■
POMPEY'S WOOING.
44 Massa Frank, duz yo* remember,
"When yo* co'ted Miss Purdee,
Down bclo* de ole plantation,
Clus beside de big Santee!
How we'd steal old massa's bosses
In de night, an* ride away,
An11 watched and waited fo' yo*
Untwil nigh de break ob day?
•• Massa Frank, Tse got in trouble;
Me an* Polly's had a fuss,
An' I thought I'd come and see if
Yo'd jest write for me a vuss;
Jest explainm' unto Polly
DatTse feelin* wuss'an sin,
An* I hopes dat she'll forgive me,
An' will try me onct ag'in.
Say de rosebush am a-climin*
All aroun' my cabin do',
An' de buds am 'gin to open
All dere putty leaves onct mo';
But I takes no satisfaction
Now in gazin* at de sight,
For fair Polly's face am hidden
Like de stars by clouds at night.
*" Say de mockin* bird am singin'
In de trees above my head,
But I nebber hears dere music,
Caze my heart am jest like lead;
An' my eyes am berry tear-stained,
An* no song will charm my ear,
T.ll I hear my Polly singin*
Dem old songs I lub to hear.
44 Massa Frank, put down in vusses,
An' jes' menskun, 'zif by chance,
Dat de niggahs at de quattahs
Meet to-night to hab a dance;
Say de possum am a-boomin\
An* do hoe cake's on de herf,
An' if dat don't fetch her, sartin
Dere won't nuffln' on dis erf."
—E. C. Fergerson, in Yankee Blade.
LONE HOLLOW;
Or, The Peril of the Penroys.
A Thrilling and Romantic Story
of Lovo and Adventure.
By Jaíies M. Merrill, author of "Bogus
Bill," 44Fisher Joe" and
Other Stories.
[Copyright, 1S89, by the A. N. Kellogg News-
j>aper Company.]
CHAPTER II.—Continued.
In the meantime Fingal walked with a
swift stride down the incline, and soon
stood in the very bottom of the hollow, with
the roof of the old stone house looming up,
gray and grand as some old Roman pile of
antiquity in tlie distance.
Here pausing, he dropped the breech of
hie light Winchester rifle to the turf and
glanced back at the rambling stone building
above.
"Lone Hollow," he muttered, slowly.
"Well named, indeed. It's a lonely place
enough, that7s true. I've found the dove
and the cote, now for the hawk who would
despoil it all. I thought to meet him here.
I wonder if that assault on Grace in the
woods was a part of the plot. Patience,
fond heart, we shall see. Ha! I hear
wheels. I wonder who comes now. There
can be but little travel on this road aside
from the Stonefield sta^re."
Stepping aside the young man waited
in the shadow of a bush until a light
vehicle, drawn by a span of grays, came
opposite.
"One moment, sir," called Fingal to the
single occupant, a dark, handsome gentle-
man, lifting his cap. "This is for you, I be-
lieve."
As the vehicle came to a halt Fingal
pressed a folded note into the traveler's
hand; then, without a word, strode swiftly
away. As may be supposed, the gentleman
in the vehicle was mystified at the strange
proceeding.
CHAPTER IIL
44 i hate you i"
The gentleman allowed his horses to walk
slowly up the incline while he opened and
read the note.
44 Captain Starbright—An eagle watches
the hawk who hovers about the dove-cote.
There is such a thing as diamond cutting
diamond. Beware how you press the in-
famous plot you have concocted to a con-
clusion. I warn you that you can not suc-
ceed, and that unless you desist a hemp
cravat may be your portion. Justice."
A frown mounted the brows of the Cap-
tain when he had finished reading. He
crumpled the note in his hand, and was
about to tear it to fragments, when a sud-
den thought seemed to strike him. He
spread out the paper carefully, then folded
and thrust it into his pocket.
"That bit of paper may be of use to me
in the future, he muttered, with a clinch-
ing of white teeth.
Before the house he halted, leaped to the
ground and proceeded to open the gate. He
lifted his hat to Mr. Vandible, who yet sat
on the broad porch, just adding a new
charge to his honest old pipe.
441 am glad to see you, Captain," cried
* the cracked voice of the old man. "Just
tell Sam to put out your horses. I want
you to stop for a day at least. Will you do
it!"
441 have hardly the time," returned the
Captain.
44 But as a favor to me?"
44 As a favor to you, my dear Vandible, I
will remain," declared the Captain, who
had all along contemplated this very thing,
-even without an invitation.
Bam, the colored stable-boy, was sent to
look after the Captain's horses, while the
Captain himself occupied a chair beside the
venerable proprietor of Lone Hollow.
For an hour the two conversed, then Cap-
tain Starbright went in to look for Grace
Penroy. He found her in a cozy room in one
wing of the old house, a bit of work in her
lap, her feet resting on a hassock, with a
huge cat crouching near, purring softly. It
was a pleasant home scene, and the gallant
Captain paused and gazed through the half-
open door with a queer smile on his dark
face.
Grace Penroy presented a picture of the
¡most exquisite loveliness just then. The
contour of her iaoe was almost perfect, and
|p|¡Rg, - t-Pír,
>■:; •..'•<• '• ~ -
•v- * • v, •
Mti&k
a delicate rose tint in the smooth, soft
cheek, not too pronounced, while a mass of
golden hair fell away in abundant waves to
her shoulders. Evidently she was not just
now expecting company, and the step in
the corridor without caused her to look up
with a start.
441 hope I'm not intruding, Grace," said
Captain Starbright, pausing on the thresh-
old.
She regarded him a trifle fearfully, as he
stood framed in the doorway, the picture of
a handsome man.
Tall, straight as an arrow, with a dark
face, heavy mustache, black eyes and in-
sinuating smile, he was what most women
would denominate handsome. He dressed
richly, sporting a diamond stud, the most
immaculate linen, and the latest style of
tie. Fascinating he certainly was. Few
of the gentler sex could resist his advances.
Up to the present time, however, Grace
Penroy might be counted among the few.
It might be that the honest face of a
young mechanic from Stowfield, a town
some ten miles away, had something to do
with the feelings of indifference toward
Captain Starbright that animated the
breast of Vandible's heiress.
Mr. Starbright hesitated but a moment
on the threshold of the room, then entered
and stood over the pretty>girl in the sew-
ing-chair.
"Busy as a bee," he said, laughing. "You
would make a wife fit for a mechanic, so
industrious are you, and yet it seems to me
hardly necessary that you should perform
such work."
"It may not be necessary, but one must
do something," she uttered, softly.
"To be sure," admitted he. "You no
doubt find it lonely enough in Lone Hollow.
1 wonder at your grandfather bringing you
to such a spot. It seems to me hardly fair
to one so young, and who enjoys society so
well."
"I am not sure that I care to return to
the city. I find this a very pleasant place, I
am sure, and I am in duty bound to please
mother and grandfather."
44 Of course."
He attempted to take her hand, but she
snatched it away and came to her feet
swiftly, standing aside and facing him with
the hot blood flowing in either cheek.
" How pretty!" he ejaculated, with an
amused laugh at her evident embarrass-
ment. "Grace, when will you permit me to
be your friend?"
She said not a word, but started to leave
the room. His familiarity had evidently
given her deep offense.
44 The little prude," he muttered under his
teeth. Then he laid a rather heavy hand
on her own and detamed her in spite of her
wishes.
44 Grace, see here; this has gone quite far
enough," he declared, in a severe tone.
44 Release me, sir."
44 Not until you look me squarely in the
face and say: 4Captain Starbright, I love
> >
you.
44 Captain Starbright, I hate you!" came
hot from her red lips, and then she managed
to tear herself loose and sped swiftly from
the room.
CHAPTER IV.
captain starbright's rage.
Captain Starbright stood in the center of
the room the very picture of chagrin and
rage. His rebuff had been both unex-
pected and deeply cutting. He was not in
the habit of being thus treated by one of
the weaker sex.
"So!" he muttered at length, with em-
phasis. "Well, I did think I had you in bet-
ter subíection, Miss Grace Penroy; but it
won't require a great length of time to
change your opinions somewhat. It's that
greasy mechanic for one thing; but I don't
mean that he shall stand in the way long.
I must needs speak with Martha Penroy, I
suppose. I didn't imagine it would be
necessary, but it seems to be highly so,
after all."
Then Captain Starbright walked stalking-
ly from the room. In another and larger
apartment he found the mother of Grace,
who received the more or less distinguished
Captain with a smile of welcome.
Mrs. Penroy was a faded woman of forty.
Meek as a child, with but little seeming en-
ergy left over after the conclusion of her
married life. She could not even be called
an interesting widow. Nevertheless Cap-
tain Starbright imagined she might prove
interesting before the drama he had inau-
gurated was at an end.
441 am glad to see you, Captain; sit down
and tell me all the news."
The faded widow pointed to a chair which
the Captain took. He had left his hat in the
hall, and the upper part of his forehead
showed extreme narrowness under his
black hair.
There was something sinister after all in
the countenance of Clinton Starbright, that
was more noticeable on close scrutiny.
"I am here to talk business, Mrs. Penroy,"
declared the Captain, after a short moment
of silence.
41 Yes, sir," admitted the widow, meekly.
"In the first place I must say that I con-
sider the education of Grace sadly neglect-
ed."
*41 am sorry, sir."
44 Are you? I didn't suppose you would
lie," he asserted, a sneer curling his lip. "I
think you are in fault The girl insulted
me to my face not ten minutes since. What
do you think of that !"
" I am sorry, sir."
44 And is that all you have to offer?" he
demanded, exhibiting anger.
"What more can I say?" questioned the
weak woman, helplessly.
44 You might have taught her better, I
should suppose. Don't you realize that I
could blast all your hopes at one fell
swoop. I may do it, too, if you don't do
better in the future. I think you under-
stand me."
44 There can be no question but what
Grace will inherit her grandfather's prop-
erty—"
"No doubt if her grandfather has any
thing to give," he interrupted, with mean-
ing emphasis. 44 You know, Mrs. Penroy,
as well as I that Grace nor you would re-
main one minute under this roof if old
Vandible knew the truth. As for the in-
heritance, that would go any where but to
Grace Penroy."
The woman stopped him with a gesture.
44 Mercy, Captain, please don't call up
any thing so dreadful."
44 But I wish you to understand that it is
not all plain sailing yet," pursued the
Captain.
441 frm afraid it isn't."
"You will find that it isn't," he pro-
ceeded. "It is through my coolness and
tact that you and Grace occupy this mag-
nificent home."
441 admit it. I feel grateful for your good
offices, Captain."
44 Do you?" still sneering. 44It is a won-
der. Grace I find less well disposed than
formerly toward me. I have lately made
the discovery that a young fellow, a low
mechanic, from Stonefield, calls here fre-
quently; in fact that he and Grace have
been seen riding out in company. Now
what have you to say to this outrageous
state of affairs?"
44 Nothing."
44Nothing! Good Heavens! woman, do
you know what you say?"
44Well, I am helpless; lean not prevent
the girl's having beaux," declared the widow
in a tone of helpless imbecility.
44Then I know what can be done."
The Captain came to his feet and strode
twice across the rich carpet in front of the
lady, his white hands clenched, his eyes
glittering. Then he paused in front of her
with a set, wicked look on his face.
"Mrs. Penroy, I know what can be done,
what will be done. I know where the real
heiress to Morgan Vandible's fortune is,
and I will turn there for the profit I ex-
pected to reap from you and this terribly
particular daughter of yours."
He glared at her furiously for a moment,
then turned on his heel as if to depart.
"Clinton!"
She called his name huskily. He paused
and faced her with a frown. 4 4Are you
coming to your senses at last, woman?"
"Captain Starbright, you did not mean
what you said just now? The heiress can
not possibly be alive."
4'I did mean it, Mrs. Penroy," he declared,
emphatically.
"Where is she? TF7ioisshe?"
He burst into a harsh, unmusical laugh, v
"I am not quite a fool, Mrs. Penroy," he
said, deftly. "Do you imagine that I would
trust you further than I have? Not if I
know myself. It is not too late yet for you
to hold all you have gained; but it must be
through a different influence than you have
lately exerted. I want you to help me with
the hand of your daughter."
44I have endeavored to do so, Captain."
44 In a faint sort of way, I admit; but a
different line must be pursued hereafter.
You must forbid the visits of Austin Went-
word."
44 He might not cease, even then."
44 Well, I will assist you a little, and be-
tween us Doth I think we can put a flea in
the young fellow's ear that '11 drive him
away effectually."
441 will listen to your plan."
The Captain resumed his seat.
44 You have access to your daughter's
room?" he questioned, in a confidential
tone.
44 Certainly," she answered.
44 Her letters—you have seen them?"
44They are in her private drawer, which
is always locked, I believe."
44 Nevertheless, you can get at them for a
short time?"
441 might."
44 Certainly you can. I must see some
that have come from this mechanic."
44 There may be none."
44 Don't you believe that. The stage
passes every day, and I am confident that
Grace receives letters. I think we can
manage to break ¡up this little love match,
if you will do as I wish. There is no harm
in trying, at any rate."
44 No, truly."
You will help me?"
To the best of my weak ability," an-
swered the widow.
44 That is all I ask."
Once more he came to his feet and passed
to the door. He paused and again turned
back.
141 will call again to-morrow," he said, re-
suming his seat. 44 By that time you may be
able to abstract a letter from the desk of
Grace; it must be the last one if possible.
Shall need one of her's, too, or a specimen
of her chirography, I wish to make a copy.
See?"
441 think I do."
44 Another question. What do you know
of Grace's cousin, who is to visit Lone Hol-
low?"
44 Very little," returned Mrs. Penroy.
44 She is an orphan and is coming to make it
her home here."
44 Who invited her?"
44 The old gentleman."
"Your father?"
44 Yes. Of course I seconded the motion. It
was really Grace who instituted proceed-
ings that have resulted in her coming. My
father dotes on Grace, and he will do any
thing that she asks of him."
"It seems so, the old fool," retorted Mr.
Starbright, vexedly. "I thought I had the
old man ready to accept and further my
suit with his granddaughter, but to-day he
toid me that he should not interfere with
the girl in any particular. I felt angry
enough to rap him one."
441 beg of you to be careful, Captain. All
depends on him, you know. He is very
changeable. To-morrow he may be ready
to urge Grace to an acceptance of your suit.
There's no telling twenty-four hours in ad-
vance what father will do or say. As he
grows older he is more given to such
freaks."
"It seems so."
There was a trouble deep down in the
heart of Captain Clinton Starbright that
Mrs. Penroy did not see, and it all came
from the realizing sense that Lura Joyce
was coming to Lone Hollow to live. Why
should the exquisite Captain care for the
presence of a puny girl, even if he did not
like her?
There was good causd for his coming. He
would have given his good right hand to
keep Lura Joyce away from Lone Hollow.
Such a sacrifice would not avail, however,
and Captain Starbright was miserable.
He remained with the widow until a late
hour, and then left the parlor in evident
haste.
He had mislaid his hat, it seemed, and
had trouble in finding it. He went to the
room where he had met Grace some time
before. Neither the girl nor the hat^were
there.
441 left it on the rack in the hall, lam
sure," he muttered. 44 Some imp of mis-
chief has removed it to bother and vex
me."
And this was true.
At the end of the hall, near the front
door, a door opened into a small reception
room on the right.
Captain Starbright stood here now, in
the shadows, debating whakcourse to pur-
sue, vexed and angry, when the side door
opened suddenly and a low voice said:
44 Captain Starbright, here is your hat
It is a pity you have been detained!"
it
«i i
He turned, thrilled by the voice, and J
looked into the laughing eyes of his enemy, 1
Lura Joyce!
CHAPTER V.
miss joyce's temper.
44 Miss Joyce!" exclaimed the Captain, re-'
coiling as though he had stepped on hot
iren. ^
She twisted his silk tile on her hand, re-
marking: ■>.
44 Your hat-, please. I did not mean to
steal it."
He seized it and drew it low over his
brows. As she stood in the doorway, the
light from a window near revealed her
face and form quite distinctly. One glance
into the short, round faca was sufficient to
proclaim her not a beauty.
There was a square set to the lower jaw
not compatible with feminine beauty. Her
complexion would have been exquisite but-
for freckles. The square nose, rather after
the style denominated pug, showed aggress-
iveness, as did the jtlw and mouth The
forehead, low and broad, was surmounted
by short, crisp, defiant red curls that
danced and fluttered with every turn of her
head. Her form was slender to attenua-
tion, and withal Lura Joyce was not calcu-
lated at first sight to win the admiring gaze
of the human male biped.
There was something in her face and
movements, however, that demanded a sec-
ond look, and when this was given, a third
would follow, and then a more pleasing* as-
pect appeared, ending at last in fasciuation.
Captain Starbright had felt this last sen-
sation more than once, and it was stealing
over him now in spite of the fact that ho
knew that LuraJovce was to be his most
•/
bitter enemy in the contest that was to
come. He threw off the magnetism with
an effort and said:
"So it was you, mischief, who stole j my
hat. I might have known it."
"Of course."
"When did you arrive?"
"Just here. I saw and recognized your
hat as I passed down the hall looking for
Grace, and so I thought I'd bother you a
little," she said, solemnly.
"Do you mean to say that you haven't
seen Grace yet?"
"1 mean just that. You see, I missed the
stage, and so had to come on horseback. I
didn't mind that, howevefc, since I am a
regular Comanche, and can ride like a—a—
what is it you call 'em? I have it, a
Centaur." Then she laughed merrily, and,
stepping into the hall, closed the door be-
hind her.
They were both in the shadow. He
felt wicked just at that moment, and
raised his hands as though he would
strangle the girl. He seemed to realize that
this was not the time or place for such work
and restrained himself, and muttered some-
thing commonplace.
Then he opened the door and passed out.
44 So you are here at Lone Hollow, ser-
pent!" soliloquized the girl, in a low, mean-
ing tone. 44Well, I reckon it means war be-
tween us, Captain Starbright, and the
sooner it comes to a focus the better for all
concerned."
It was almost night when Captain Star-
bright stepped upon the long porch. He
glanced up and down keenly, but saw no
one. Old Mr. Vandible had retired to his
room, but his great arm-chair stood there,
a reminder of the old gentleman himself.
Captain Starbright flung himself into the
capacious chair and with knitted brows
thought over the situation.
441 must consult Mother Cabera," he
muttered. "She will be able to help me in
this emergency."
A light step startled him. He wheeled
about in his chair sharply to meet the smil-
ing gaze of Lura.
"You must be weary after your day's
vigils, Mr. Starbright. I am requested by
Grace to ask you to come in out of the
damp. She is indeed most solicitous after
your health."
He realized that a hidden sarcasm lurked
beneath her words, and he felt angry.
44You have met Grace, then?" he ques-
tioned, indifferently.
"Yes. We are already friends. Feeling
somewhat indisposed she requested mo to
call you and—"
"Sit down there, Lura Joyce," he inter-
rupted, shortly. "I wish a word with you.''
He pointed to the vacant chair near. She
accepted it wit-tout a word, and cast a de-
mure glance at aim from under her sandy
brows.
"Why have you cometo Lone Hollow?"
he demanded, bluntly.
"This is to be my home hereafter," was
her reply.
"Your home?"
He seemed angered at the announcement.
"Yes, Captain Starbright, my home," she
repeated, grimly. "I am Grace's cousin,
and she has kindly invited me to live under
the same roof with her. With a million
more or less at her command I can see no
harm in this."
44 No," with a frown.
44 Now permit me to ask you one."
She lifted her head, and her short red
curls danced defiantly. He made no re-
mark and she proceeded.
44 Now, sir, why is it that you are here?
Answer me that, please."
441 am simply a guest."
44 Simply a guest 1 Do you expect me to be-
lieve that, Clinton Starbright?"
441 care not what you believe."
441 suppose not. You may, however, be-
fore this war dance ends," fired the girl,
with an emphasis quite unnecessary, he
thought. He remained cool under her
withering gaze. This was not the first
time the two had crossed swords. Once,
not a year before, he had actually paid
court to the fiery Miss Joyce.
At the time he was led to believe that
she was to inherit a large fortune. A col-
lapse in her father's fortune came sud-
denly, and immediately after, the death of
the old speculator. Then Captain Star-
bright lost all interest in the girl, and had
had the ill grace to make sport of her at his
club. Lura Joyce had come into possession
of the facts, and from being friendly she
came to be the Captain's most relentless
enemy. He had more than once felt what
it was to have this girl's hate, and he real-
ized that it was no small affair.
[to bs continued.]
^ 9 m
A Premeditated Insult.
"Gus De Smith is very angry at you; he
says yon insulted him at the railroad depot
the other day," remarked Hostetter Mc-
Ginn is to Gilhooly. "Yes, and I'll insult
him worse still if I can lay my hands on
him The miserable scoundrel saw me go*
ing off with my mother-in-law on one arm
and my wife on the other, and he asked me
if I wasn't going on a pleasure trip."
GERMAN WHITE BOOK.
The Samoan Situation From the Germas
Point of View.
Berlin, Feb. 16.—In the Reichstag yes-
terday a white book in reference to the
Samoan matter was introduced. It com-
prises forty-four documents, extending
from December 8, 1888, to February 5, 1889.
Among the documents relating to recent
events is the report of the German Consol
at Apia, dated February 24, 1888, which-
describes the endeavors of Americans and
Englishmen to provoke conflict.
A dispatch dated September 5, 18S8*
deals with the revolt of Mataafa and the
spport given him by Captain Leary,
ü. S. N.
After an account of the attack upon the
Germans on December 18 comes a letter
from Count Herbert Bismarck, dated Jan-
uary 1, to the German Minister at Wash-
ington and London, directing them to in—
form Secretary Bayard and Lord Salis-
bury respecting the attack and ordering
the Minister at Washington to complain to
the United States Government that th®
American, Klein, was prominent in the
fighting. The Minister is further instruct-
ed to declare that Germany adhered to
her treaties and would respect the rights ,
founded thereon and would appeal to both
Governments to co-operate actively with
Germany and re-establish tranquility.
January S, Count Herbert Bismarck tele-
graphed to the German Consul at Apia
that, on account of an agreement with the
United States and Great Britain, the an- 4
nexation of Samoa by Germany was out
of the question.
A dispatch sent to the German embassies
at London and Washington January 13
stated that the object of the military
measures against Mataafa and his par-
tisans was to punish the murderers of Ger-
man soldiers and to secure to German sub-
jects the possession of their property.
A document dated February 2, which
was sent by Count Herbert Bismarck to
Admiral Von der Voltz, chief of the Ger-
man Admiralty, says: "Germany is not at
war with Samoa, as the term is under-
stood by international law, but she regards
Tamasese as the rightful ruler and Mataafa
as a rebel, against whom and his followers
retaliation must be enforced. Anyone
standing by them is a promoter of the con-
flict between them and the Germans and
must take the consequences." He con-
cludes by declaring that nothing is
changed in the legal position of foreign
subjects in Samoa.
The white book ends with a long report
from the German Consul at Apia. It is
dated January 4 and has thirteen append-
ices, dealing with events from December
14, 18SS. These record that, December 19;
Mataafa in a humble letter sought to open
negotiations with the Consul, but would
not surrender himse'f, although pledges
were given that his life would be spared.
In a subsequent letter Mataafa promised
to surrender in the presence of the British
and American Consuls, but the German
Consul declined to entertain the offer.
November 24 Prince Bismarck sent a
telegram saying that if the vindication of
Tamasese was impossible the utmost ad-
vances should be made to reconcile him
with Mataafa.
December 3 Dr. Knapp reported that
the American commander at Apia wan
stirring the natives against the Germans.
December 17 Mr. Blalock complained
that drunken sailors from tbe Germán
man-of-war Olga bad committed outrages
in Apia, entering houses and wounding
men and women. Dr. Knapp reported
later that foreigners had spread a rumor
that the Germans had been forbidden to
interfere. This rumor had the effect of
encouraging the natives, who stoned Ger-
man sailors and destroyed German prop-
erties. «■
In January, 1889, Prince brsmarck noti-
fied Dr. Knapp that reprisals were neces-
sary, but only such as were consonant with
the treaties of England and America. The
Chancelor said: 4'Because Mahaafa as-
saulted Tamasese we shall interfere only
by succoring Tamasese." Prince Bismarck
charged Dr. Knapp to entreat the other
foreign consuls to combine in order to res-
tore peace.,
^ •
THE LONE HIGHWAYMAN.
Arrest of a Man at Kansas City Supposed
to be "Black Bart," the Lone Highway*
man. v
Kansas City, Mo., Feb. 16.—H. L. Gor-
ton was arrested on Union avenue yester-
day afternoon on the arrival of the train
from Lenexa, Kan. It is alleged that he
is "Black Bart," tbe famous lone high*-
wayman of California, charged with in-
numerable stage coach robberies. "Black
Bart's" latest exploit was ; the robbery of
tbe United States mail coach near In*
gram's ranch, Mendocino County, Cali-
fornia, on the night of December 4 last.
Some months ago it was learned or sus*
pected that one H. L. Gorton, a Kansas
City boy, by the way, was the 4'lone high-
wayman" or 4'Black Bart." Ever since
the robbery of December 4 United States
detectives have been anxiously looking
for him and in January they struck his
trail, or supposed they had. From Bas
Francisco they followed him to Kansas
City; from Kansas City to Cleveland; from
Cleveland back to Kansas City and thenoe
again to Lenexa, Kan. A few days ago
Post-office Inspector Joe P. Johnston took
up the case and "put his lamps" on the
culprit at Lenexa. When Gorton left
Lenexa for this city yesterday afternoon
Inspector Johnson was on the same train
and upon arrival at tbe Union Depot
pointed him out to Detective O'Hare and
Officer Glenn, who placed him under arrest
and took him to the central station, where
he was placed in cell No. 3 and locked op
to await the action of the Government
authorities.
^ • a*'
Cleveland's Future Residence.
New York, Feb. 16.—Regarding ths
future residence of President Cleveland
after March 4, much of the talk indulged
in is mere gossip and guess work. Mr.
Cleveland will live in Brooklyn and not in
New York, as reported. Several houses
are under consideration. Private parties
have tbe matter in hand, and there is no
doubt that they will succeed in purchasing
a house in a splendid location, and ons
that will please the President. Mr. Cleve-
land prefers a home life and believes that
Brooklyn is the place to enjoy it undis-
turbed by the noise and bustle thai char-
acterises New York City,,
■ i
V -
.if-;
I
SIS
mmm r. u, v, - yg& ? ***
"íiái.
Mm
agate;
nTrTr "jül i jl.ÜHUJir if nrryrnTrj
Upcoming Pages
Here’s what’s next.
Search Inside
This issue can be searched. Note: Results may vary based on the legibility of text within the document.
Tools / Downloads
Get a copy of this page or view the extracted text.
Citing and Sharing
Basic information for referencing this web page. We also provide extended guidance on usage rights, references, copying or embedding.
Reference the current page of this Newspaper.
Miller, Freeman E. The Canadian Crescent. (Canadian, Tex.), Vol. 2, No. 17, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 21, 1889, newspaper, February 21, 1889; Canadian, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth183599/m1/3/: accessed May 8, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Hemphill County Library.