The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 16, No. 24, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 9, 1905 Page: 7 of 8
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'the girl whose latpst farl was cookim?.
girl found herself
KILLED HIS FATHER IN
DEFENSE OF HIS MOTHER
The Little Hero of a Domestic Tragedy
Held ii\ a Mountain Prison
HAS EIGHT BURLY MURDERERS AS COMPANIONS
and grasped from the hearthstone the ' poor human men who presume to past
iron poker which lay, alas! so con-| judgment upon a soul. Poor little
veniently near, and strode across the
room cursing her with the concen-
trated bitterness of his mad rage.
"Let my mamma be," cried Robert,
frenzied with the scene, "let her be,
I say, or I will save her!"
But the man laughed at the child
and his feeble plea as the demoniacal
gleam glowed in his eyes like the
fires trom hell's embers, while, with
upraised hands, he made ready
Robert Gross, baby murderer, who is
suffering for obeying the primal in-
stinct of man—that of chivalry—the
noblest and best impulse which dom-
inates the human heart, and cannot
stand by while a woman is unprotect-
ed. It was this instinct which set
afire the vibrant cords of a noble
young nature and put strength in the
feeble arms of little Robert Gross.
He was but obeying the impulse which
Boy of Tender Years Whose Only Crime Was
Protection of His Mother from Murderous
Attack of a Drink - Crazed Father
—Locked Up Pending Action of
Law's Slow Course.
Beattyville, Ky.—"My son was
right. He should have killed me."
Thus spoke the father of little Rob-
ert Gross on liis death-bed, as the
«heriff took charge of the child who
had lired the shot which ultimately
resulted in his father's death.
"1 loved my mamma, and my pupa
was trying to kill her, so I killed
Thus spoke the boy murderer, a
ehild of 13, as his solemn eyes filled
with tears and his rounded shoulders
Heaved under the stress of his emo-
tion, when he was interviewed by the
The tragic story of this child's life,
who is now incarcerated in the Lee
county Jail, at this city, is one of
incredible sadness. Reared in the
mountains, knowing only hard work
and loneliness, his baby heart had
•tinned over to the mother, for whom
•he finally murdered his father. His
foung mind clouded over with memo-
ries of his father's debauches, it was
only natural that he should lav-
ish all the fondness of his affection-
ate nature upon the mother who had
.protected him from the cruelty of one
Who knew not tenderness.
With Eight Murderers.
Little Robert Gross is the most pa-
thetic figure now confined in the Lee
eounty Jail. Here in this bleak prison
tiouse are eight men, all of whom
tiave the mark of Cain branded on
their brows. Two of them are young
den, not yet 30; one of them even
founger than this, and, with the ex-
ception of this child, who is of such
tender years, the rest all men of ma-
What impulse but. that of protec-
tion, what Impulse hut that of fair
tight would prompt the boy to cry |
;:t: "Let my mamma be—let her be,
f say, else 1 shall kill you first?" For
ts wus thus little Robert Gross plead-
«d with the drunken man whom he
tnew as father, even as he saw the
inhuman monster advance toward the
helpless and wretched woman who
■bore liis name, ere he finally, in an
•Agony of desperation, fired the iatal
■rtiot which lay low the would-be mur-
It requires all the wild setting of
t/i!s mountain home high set In the
of every true American. Vet lie is
treated as a hardened criminal!
He can ouly cry out in an agony or
"I loved my mamma, and my papa
was trying to kill her. I killed him
who lost his reason ere he left the
town's confines by imbibing of a
liquid which had been made against
the law's commands in the illicit stills
of ilie Kentucky mountains.
The story of the tragedy runs thus:
Robert Gross' mother had given to
her aged and feeble father a little of
the store which lay within her larder,
never counting on tho parsimonious
manner in which her husband would
grudgingly object to the generosity,
in fact, she had but given to the poor
old man a pound of freshly churned
butter which she, herself, had labored
over making, and when nightfall had
settled down over the mountains, and
the purple shadows lay close to the
hills, turned to her household duties,
and soon had set the family table,
forgetting the gift. With no thought
of the trouble to come, she even sang
about her work, and little Robert sat
by the grate log fire, wearied from
the day's plowing, awaiting his fa-
ther's belated arrival. Often his
mother turned to him with cheery
words of affection. All within spoke
of peace, and there was naught to mar
the harmony of the evening. To be
sure, ihe mother's brows were close-
knitted. and her weary eyes showed
sign of the anticipated trouble as the
evening waxed late, for she knew too
well the cause of her husband's pro-
tracted stay. There are no clubs in
the mountains: or business engage-
ments lolceep the mountaineers from
their hearthstones, and she feared for
the homecoming which was to end
so fatally for them all.
A heavy, reeling step was heard
without ere the door opened to ad-
mit of his drunken presence. Like a
wounded animal at bay, she raised
her eyes ansl watched him enter, yet
with patient voice bade him draw-
near and be seated at the simple re-
past which she had prepared. Then
he inquired of her father and of her
gift to the old man. She answered
truthfully, and he cursed her.
To Strike Her.
When his wife confessed that sh
had given of their small store to her
aged father, he was not content to
curse her, but, rising from the table,
advanced toward her with upraised
bring down the iron poker upon the is instinctive and inherent in the heart
furrowed brow of his faithful wife.
In his work-hardened hands little
Robert Gross grasped up his father's
pistol, which lay closo by on a shelf.
and, pointing it toward the drunken
man, cried out a warning. "Stop!"
he called, his baby voice quivering ! to save her!"
with terror and all the wild love for
the mother who had suckled him at
her breast, saved him so often from
his father's brutality, and taught him
the only lesson of love he had ever
known. "Stop!" he cried again, his
voice vibrant with the strength of the
protector; "stop, or I will shoot!"
Shot His Father.
Again the father's laugh rang out.
scornfully, contemptuously, and he
shot a glance of hatred at the child
who so determinedly approached him
with commands. He made still an
other step toward hfs wife, who
shrank farther hack in Ihe shadows,
her upraised arms shielding her
blanched features, and made an ef-
ONE TALE OF BIG CITY.
A Romance of a Big Apartment House
Where Neighbors Were as
Numberless incidents Illustrating the
way in which New Yorkers live touch-
ins elbows with their neighbors and
yet never know one another have been
related and printed. The one that fol-
lows is a little out of the ordinary.
"Just across the area," says the occu-
pant of an apartment in the upper
West Side, "was a happy couple who I
soon learned in a roundabout way had
PLAYS AND GAMES WITH WHICH
Clever Scheme for Place-Cardc—Un-
usual Way to Arrange Partners
at Informal Evening Affair—
Pretty Table at a Birth-
A Souvenir Postal Card Party
Nearly every town of any size has
its own individual posicls, and in th
day and generation everyone is the re-
cipient of many of these charming re-
minders of travel, both at home and
abroau. Something original in the way
of entertaining for either dinn r,
iuncheon or "afternoon" was given by
the hostess when she planned this af-
The rooms were decorated with post-
als fastened together by holes punched
in the corners and ribbons run through
j them. Panels were formed in this
way and made a most effective decora
tion. Cards were stuck in picture
It ames, placed on tables, on the man-
tels and every spot where tlir-y would
attract attention. These cards were
topics of conversation which was very
animated. "Do you remember?" an I
"that reminds me" were cx'.Tessl >ns
heard on all sides.
Invitations were sent out on loc.l
STOP OR ru 5H00T.'
•NlTH NO mac NT 0FW£
TROUBLE TO COME SHE
SANG ABOUT WORK
Kentucky hills, and all the fierce at-
mospnere which surrounded the trag-
edy to bring out In detail the pitiful
facts attendant on this murder of a
father by a baby son. Little Rob-
ert Gross opened his eyes to sorrow
almost at his birth, and lived out
his small, narrow life with no light
•heddlng Its rays upon his little world
•xcept that of a great love for a
mother who crooned him to sleep in
arms that never tired of the young
form close-pressed against her throb-
bing breast. Her loving heart often
hands, preparing to strike her. She
arose and ran from him. Then he
became frenzied with the rage of
drunkenness, and cursed her again
and again. Crying aloud in her grief
that she should be so taxed with the
generosity which inspired her to help
her father, she retreated from him,
shielding her eyes with her hands.
He followed her, becoming more and
more excited, and was only interrupt-
ed in his rapid progress toward the
cowering woman by little Robert.
Then a blind rage and the effects of
fceat wildly In fear and trembling the wild cat whisky acting on him at
gainst the home coming ol a father j once, he turned toward the fireplace
fort to bring down the deadly weapon
upon her defenseless head.
Just as his arm descended a shot
rang out. The baby son had com" to
the rescue! He had held the pistol
straight enough—even in the mad ter-
ror of that fearful moment—and had
Bhot straight enough to save his moth-
er's life. The father fell forward, the
iron poker falling from his now use-
less hand as his great figure sprawled
over the white floor and his life blood
stained the boards.
With a heart-rending cry of mis-
ery and grief the little son sprang
forward, and with his poor mother
bent over the prostrate form. Slowly
the father s eyes opened, and he gazed
upward into the terror-stricken eyes
"My life is done," he gasped.
Tenderly the mother and son lifted
him to the rude bed which stood in
the corner, and laid him high upon the
rough mattress. Then the neighbors
flocked in. for the nearest residents
of the adjoining farms had hoard the
shot, and the news, like all evil til-
ings, soon spread.
The Father's Confession.
Then, amid the solemn silence of
the night, the father made his confes-
sion. He related in detail the fearful
struggle which had been waged alone
there on the bleak mountain side, with
only tne terror-stricken woman, the
brave little son and the drunken man.
who had meant murder, but whose plans
were so frustrated by the daring reck-
lessness of the child.
"My son was right," he gasped. "He
should have killed me!" And with one
feeble intake of his short-coming
breath, lie died.
Yet in spite of this death-bed state-
ment, which was made by a man who
realized the enormity of liis crimes
ere he passed away, and lived only
long enough to make a final effort to
save his son, little Robert Gross, a
mere baby, is learning the bitter les-
sons of life, while his tender heart is
breaking uncer the weight of his pun-
ishment and the grief which lias lived
with him since the tragedy. The poor
boy, who knew only the fierce love
of the mountain child, for a loving,
if rough, mother, and the cruel tyr-
anny of a drunken father, languishes
among hardened criminals in the Lee
county jail, because there has been
no one in all this Bection who has
been sufficiently interested to make
an effort to give his bond, which at
most is not over fl,000. So he awaits
the law's slow course to bring him
back to his mountain home, where a
lonely and heart-broken woman,
doubly bereaved, awaits him with out-
stretched arms and longing love, in
his baby mind there will linger ever
the memory of that night, and he can
only await the reckoning before a
Judge who U :ao e merciful than our
recently married. They hail their
rooms on the same floor with the moth'
er and sifter of the bride.
"During tho early part of the sum- j j]1F bowls with a mixture mad
mer, when everybody lived with his
windows wide open, I used to be a j
beneficiary of the little musicales that j
were given in the pretty little music j
room in which the newly wed spent ■
most of their evenings. I soon came j
to learn that he was a musician of j
some local reputation.
"I got a notion that his wife was his
pupil. I may be wrong about that.
Anyway, she used to accompany him
when he played the violin.
"We all met in the same dining
room every day. The musical family
had their table in one nook of the
room, mine was in another. We never
had any occasion to know each other
except in the way 1 have stated.
"As the summer passed I missed
them from the music room and from
their meals. Everybody in New York
goes away at some time or other in
summer, and I thought that my un-
known neighbobrs were in the cate-
gory. A few weeks after I had missed
them 1 bundled up my own traps and
took a run across the pond.
"I came home a few days ago. and
looking across the area from my old
quarters I discovered tnat there were
new occupants in the rooms of the
musical couple. If I thought anything
of the change it was Only to attribute
it to the way in which we live in New
"Returning to my old table in the
dining room I saw some of the former
occupants of the apartment across the
way at their old table. I said to the
only person I knew in the dining room
that the musical family had returned.
" 'All but one,' was the reply.
" 'And thnt is the master?' I said.
" 'Precisely. He is dead.'
"I was shocked, in spite of the fact
that 1 didn't even know his name. I
inquired if his death was recent. I
then learned it had occurred early in
the summer, about the time I thought
tliey had gone away. In la;'t. the
funeral was held right under my nose
and I never knew It. So we live in
New York."—N. Y. Sun.
Origin of the '•Frankfurter."
The little sausage known as "F;«.uk-
furter" and "Wiener" was ofTered for
sale for the first time In 1805, and the
centennial was observed in Vienna by
the Butchers' guild. The Inventor of
the sausage was\.lohann l.ahner, who
named it for his birthplace, Frankfurt.
The business founded 100 years ago
by a poor man has yielded a fortune
to its various heads. It has always
remained in the same family, and ia
now conducted in Vienna by Fran*
l.ahner, a grandnephew of the original
Frankfurter sausage man.
souvenir cards. Then for "pla -e cards
at this luncheon the hostiss ha 1
mailed cards to each guesl. ten in
number, addressing them t■ her own
house number, lly tlie-e ill >' found
the ir places at the table. Each on"
was asked to come prepared to relat'
some incident of travel, either "hu-
morous," "startling'' or "pathetic." A
vote was taken as to th" l> st stor.
in each class, souvenirs were awarded
inexpensive articles which the hostess
Had collected with this party in mind
Souvenir spoons were used and the ta
ble liuen came from Ireland.
The menu consisted of graye frill1,
creamed potatoes served in ramaklns,
■ whole wheat bread, cherry sr'lad ma 11
by replacing the pits of California
(lnuies wilh hazel nuts, serving it on
-head lettuce leaves with a ri h may-
onnaise dressing, and che-ae wafers;
ice crcam was served ill halves of can-
teloupe with small cakes. The bon-
bons were in dress-suit case boxes, an 1
the almonds In miniature band-boxfts.
which the guests were given for fa-
vors. Iced tea was the beverage, with
a bit of lemon and a candied cherry
Fun with Soap Bubl'les.
Here is a pretty way to emuse one
child, or any number of children.
Cove" sewing tables with an o!d blan-
ket, or any soft material thai will
make a soft pad. Then procure littb
bowls of blue, yellow, or tho so-called
"Dutch" ware, a quantity of ( lay pipes
and several bolls of baby ribbon—the
penny-a-yard quality will do.
Wind tlie pipe stems with ribbon,
tying a jaunty bow at the bowl. Of
course it will get wet, but it looks
pretly when the pipes are passed. Fill
boiling shaved castile soap with water;
to every pint of tills liquid add one
teaspoon of glycerine. This formula
always products the largest and m.^t
gorgeous bubbles imaginable.
Offti prizes for the bubbles lasting
(lie longest; for the one with the most
vivid coloring, and for Ihe one largest
in circumference. By the way, gr wn
people have been known to indulge in
"soap-In... le parties" with great sat-
lsfaclion. They may be blown or
fanned about the room, and it is h
beautiful sight lo see 2i> or :
in the air at the same time
I Another up-to-date hostess evolveI
an unusual way of having her guests
lind tlielr partners at an informal eve-
I uing affair.
I The company was a large one and
! she desired lo mingle the guests as
much as possible. So she gave each
man a paper and pencil, introduced
him to a lady, telling him to talk with
her for five minutes and then write a
minute description of her gown, gen-
eral appearance, hair, etc., etc.
Attn ten minutes the papers wen
collected. At refreshment time thesa
tlii s were scattered promiscuously
! among the men and they were asked
I to linu the lady who answered to tho
! description on their paper and take
her lu supper.
Here is a description of a table ar-
langeO for a birthday party of a t n-
year-old girl. It was so beautifully
simple In design and de'.ail that an/
mother could carry out the scheme
with very little trouble or expense.
Tho guests were 24 in number.
To save table linen, as 11 was in th!
country, and laundry work at a pre-
mium. Ihe table was set with pink
i rope tissue paper mats. The cake,
which was the center of attraction,
was a large angels' food, iced w.lh
white and decorated with candle I
cherries and spikes of c.tron. Around
the cake was a barrel hoop, wound
with pink paper and ferns. In
hoop pink candles were stuck,
holders can be pasteboard wilh sharp
lacks In the end, such as are used on
Christmas trees. There were just as
many candles as the hoop would hold;
I hoy represented "the years to come.
On a small hoop right close up to th!
rake were ten pink candles, while
light 111 the middle of tho cake was
one tall candle, "the year lo grow on."
Bowls of flowers were at the four cor-
ners of the table, with plates of chick-
en sandwiches, salted almonds, lemon-
ade with cherries in it. and tall glasses
filled with plain vanilla lee er am. Ihe
c ream had a tablespoonful of whipped
clean' on top. capped by a Maraschino
( hern Paper napkins were used an I
. so dear to childish
• snapping cap:
heart; , were the
Irt of the:!i
An entertainment which furnisher
amusement for a young people's s':e'-
ely or club is a corn party. Invita-
tions were Issued and everyone won-
dered what Ihe affair could be. "Do
we eat It, pop il. or what?'' No satis-
factory replies were given: tlios' In
the secret kept the facts to th 'mselves,
so ali Ihe expect ant guess could do
was lo wait and see.
When Ihe date arrived, the rooms
were found decorated with ears of r d
anil white corn; they hung as a friez?
from grill-work, from gas .lets end
portieres were made from corn ker-
nels strung on a heavy thread. The
kernels were first, soaked In lye to
soften for the- needle.
A leng basket filled with ears of
corn, each tied at the large end w'.t'i
ribbon, were passed to ea"h guest with
the request to count the kerne's.
Wooden plates were furnished on
which to put the shelled corn . Afic,
all hai' finished counting a memoran-
dum was taken, then th" contents of
each plate were emptied in'o a larg?
bowl, which was conspicuously plae ;l
in tho hall, and each person requested
to guess the number of grains of corn
In the bowl. A record was kept of
each guest. An account, was taken
and the two who had come nearest the
correct number were awarded prizes.
The, refreshments were hulled corn,
served In bowls with Jersey cicam and
sugar; hot corn muffins, with maple
syrup; popcorn, doughnuts and coffee
for the elderly woman.
All Dlack Not the Proper Choice—The
Beauty of Pale Blue Against
It is (lie worst possible policy for the
middle-aged woman to dress In unre-
lieved black. There is nothing more
unbecoming to such a wearer, as only
tho bright rose lints of Ihe young fate
can satisfactorily bear black close to
il. Plenty of white of dainty freshness
in the shape of collar, or ruffle, or vest
will so modify the severity of a black
gown as to make It nol only becom-
ing, but gives the impression, which
is particularly attractive for the elder-
ly woman, of fastidiousness, nicety and
Light colors are also becoming to
middle-aged women, and light blue H
especially the crowning beauty of the
woman who has white hair. A discreet
use of pink is also attractive even upon
elderly women, discreet meaning in the
use or touches in either blue or pink,
which is a different matter from In-
dulging in the overyouthfulness of an
all pink or pale blue gown. A few folds
of-pale pink velvet or chiffon on a
black net toque or lace straw hat Is
charming on an elderly wearer, while
pink roses, if tucked under the brim of
a lace-edged hat, never seem loo much.
One of tho prettiest effects possible
was that of a jetted toque, the jetted
black net almost covering the frame,
but 1'evcallng the white net with which
it was "filled," underneath. Twisted
from under the crown and coming
through to the outside at the back was
a trail of pale blue velvet, which held
a bunch of Ihe tiniest pale blue ostrich
tips which clustered down over the
gentle-faced wearer's white hair.
White Is especially fitting for a
grandmother's dress, and all the while
laces of stately effect which can be res-
urrected or procured by the woman of
70 should be treasured religiously and
combined wilh white silk for evening
dresses, instead of being combined with
black, or given away to younger as-
pirants for their loveliness. White lace
and while silk is a thousand times
more attractive for the elderly wom-
an's evening wear than black laro and
black silk, and where black lace i
used it should be lined with white
chiffon or lightened wilh jet garnitures
and pale blue.
Ten minutes of perfect relaxation
gives more rest than hours of so-called
resting with tense muscles, Many a
woman has been heard to say after
arising from her siesta that she feels
more tired than before. It Is not to
| be wondered at, for her muscles were
j unrelaxed and her brain much dis-
| turbed. Rest with utter abandonment
I of mind and body. Let the bed, coucht
j or chair bear the whole weight of the
body. Imagine that you have not the
i power to lift a limb. Loosen all ten-
sion, and in a short time you will
! feel renewed strength.
An Afternoon Call.
In making an afternoon call a man
A hostess who wished for some- ll3ua|]y loaves his overcoat, cane or
thing new in the way of place cards j umi,rella, hat and gloves In the hall
for the six guests whom she had , 1)Pf0re entering the drawing-room. At
asked to lunch with her. devised this
clever scheme. She set about illustrat-
ing each girl's cspeclal fad or Individ-
ualism by pictures, which she mount-
ed and marked with the date, but no
One girl had a fashion or silting
Turkish fashion on Ihe floor, and m
Advertisement was found to suit this
case to perfection. The golf girl wa3
easy, also the boating girl; the eques-
trienne was soon provided for, as was
a first or exceedingly formal call he
may, if he choose, carry his hat, gloves
and cane into the room, If the call Is
to be a very brief one. He shou'd put
his card on the tray which the serv-
ant extends to him as he enters the
Hatpins with crystal heads, or with
an opaque colored bead for a head, ara
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