Garfield County Democrat. (Enid, Okla.), Vol. 11, No. 34, Ed. 1 Wednesday, June 12, 1907 Page: 3 of 8
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FIRST WITNESSES
Taking Testimony in th° Eaywoaa
Case at Boise, Idaho,
Begins.
ORGHARa TELLS HIS SIORV
He Claims that Through it All he Was
Directed and Paid By Offi-
cers of Western Federation
of Miners.
Boise, Idaho, June 5.—Through
James H. Hawley, senior of the group
of prosecutors, the state of Idano
Tuesday made the opening statement
against William D. Haywood whom
it charges with the murder of Frank
Steunenberg, and began the presenta-
of Superintendent McCormick and
Foreman Beck; confessed that be-
cause he had not been paid for his
first attempt at violence in the Vindi-
cator mine he had been treacherous
to his associates by warning the man-
agers of the Florence and Cripple
Creek railway that there was a plot
to blow up their trains confessed that
he cruelly fired three charges of buck-
shot into the body of Detective Lyte
Gregory of Denver, killing him in -
stantly, confessed that for days he
stalked Governor Peabody about Den-
ver waiting a chance to kill him, con-
fessed that he and Steve Adams set
and discharged the mine under the
depot at Independence that instantly
killed fourteen men and confessed
that failing in an attempt to poison
Fred Bradley of San Francisco, he
blew him and his house up with a
bomb of gelatine.
Boise, Idaho. June 7.—Harry Orch-
ard crowned his admissions of grave
crimes Thursday when continuing his
with sawed off shot guns and
machines, as weapons the
went on In the same quiet
manner that marked his d.
infernal
witness
offhand
meanor
SERIA
STORY
JUDGE FREMONT WOOD.
Presiding at the Haywood Trial
in Boise.
non of the testimony by which it, case against Wm. D. Haywood, he
hopes to prove the indictment laid i made an explicitly detailed confession
against him. of the murder of Frank Steunenberg
The opening statement was a! by an infernal machine that directly
broad, sweeping arraignment of the j opens the way for his own conviction
leaders of the Federation of Miners ! and execution. He swore that the as-
who were charged with plotting whole-1 sassination of Steunenberg was first
sale murder and hiring assassins, all
Harry Orchard.
vViAlnesday. His voice dropped tb
lower keys h: the pitiful story of the
long hunt for Steunenbetg narrowed
down to the last day and he told of
the race from the hotel to the home
to beat his victim with the death trap
and the meeting in the evening gloom
as the victim walked unconsciously to
his doom. Through it all he winced
but once and that was when the de-
fense made him name his six sisters
and his one brother and give their
residences in Ontario and New York.
The defense fought the story with
a multiplicity of objections and suc-
ceded in heading off an attempt to
tell the story of the murder of Arthur
Collins and temporarily shutting out
the contents of a telegram received
and a telegram sent by Orchard after
his arrest. But for the rest the state
managed to get in its story Intact.
The state Thursday began Its Cor-
roboration of Orchard's crimson tale
by producing the lead casing of the
Peabody bomb. Orchard identified it,
swore that he brought it from Canyon
City to Denver and then on to Wal-
lace, where he gave it to a man nam-
ed Cunningham. It was thrown into
the river and the state promises to
later prove its recovery.
There was the same precautions
and the same armed guards Thursday
to protect Orchard and the same court-
room scenes except that imong the
spectators the women to meii were as
two to ona
Orchard finished his direct examine
tion at 2:35 o'clock and the cross ex-
amination had only reached '.own to
th? Coeur d'Alene days of 1899 when
the court rose. The cross examina-
tion will be continued at 9 o'clock Fri-
day.
In detailing his hunt for Gov.
Steunenberg he said: I finally locat-
ed Gov. Steunenberg on Christmas
night, 1905, and taking the sawed-oft
pump shotgun Pettibone had given
me, I went out to his house. I heard
the governor coming and tried to get
the two parts of the gun together, but
in a giant conspiracy of vengancei up-
on those who obstructed their way,
to destroy opposition by terrorism, to
control the political destinies of tne
communities covered by their organ-
''.ation, and to perpetuate their own
rjjower within the organization.
It cterged a widespread conspiracy
In inception /rom the north Idaho dis-
turbance 15 yeiNS ago, reaching down
to the murder of (Frank Steunenberg,
and whose murdered victims, by bul-
let and bomb, numbered scores. Haw-
ley declared that wherever in the
mining sections of the coast states
the federation had been in control,
there had been !eft a trail of blood
to mark its operations. Of the
hired assassing he cried: "To them
murder became a trade and aR«- s«ains
a means of living."
Boise, June 6.—A wen groomed,
stoe Idly built man , dressed in a
gray sack suit and apparently as
composed as any of Ills hearers, the
man known as Harry Orchard, a
self-confessed, many time murderer,
took the witness stand in the dis-
trict court of Ada county at 9:15
o'clock Wednesday morning. He is
tho principal witness against W. D.
Haywood, charged with the murder
of Former Gov. Steunenberg, and
who is, by Orchard's story, connected
with many fearful crimes.
•An undertaking by the special pros-
ecutors for the state that they would
by later proof and connection legiti-
mize his testimony opened the way-
like a flood-gate to the whole diaboli-
cal story and throughout the entire
day Orchard went on from crlmo re-
cital to crime recital, each succeeding
one seemingly more revolting than
those that had come before.
Orchard confessed that as a mem-
ber of the mob that wrecked the
Bunker Hill and Sullivan mill in the
Coeur d'AUenes he lighted one of the
fusc3 that carried fire to the giant ex-
plosion, confessing that he set the
-ic<iffi trap ti the vindicator mine at
Cripple Creek that .new out the lives
Will Execute 12 in Guatemala.
Mexico City, June 6.—According to
a telegram received In this city
Wednesday night 12 of the 19 men
condemned to death by court martial
proceedings because of an alleged at-
tempt on the life of President Cab-
rera of Guatelama will be executed.
Eleven of these men are Guatemalans.
One of the Mexicans accused, Jos3
Mendose, was exonerated. The other
Mexican Implicated, Nazarl Mendose,
was sentenced to 15 years Imprison-
ment.
SKETCHES Oi- DthtNUANT IN GREAT CONSPIRACY CASE TAKEN IN
COURT.
J
n&fwgoD
THE HOUSE OF
A THOUSAND
CANDLES
By MEREDITH NICHOLSON
suggested by Haywood, was jointly
plotted by Haywood, Moyer, Pettlbono
and himself, was financed by Hay-
wood, and was executed by himself
after the failure of an attempt in
which Jack Simpkins had partici-
pated.
| Orchard lifted tire total of his own
murdered victims to 18, detailed the
circumstance under which he tried to
j murder Former Governor Peabody,
Judge Gabbert, General Sherman Bell,
Dave Moffat and Frank Heme. In-
cidentally he confessed to a plan to
kidnap the child of one his former
associates. Then under cross exami-
nation by the defense Orchard con-
I fesscd guilt of the sordid social crimes
of deserting his young child and wif,-;
in Ontario, fleeing to British Colum-
| bla with Hattle Simpson, the wife of
another man, and committing bigamy
by marrying a third woman at Crip-
ple Creek, through the shocking de-
tails of murder plots, stories of secret
bomb making, and tales of man hunts
Are All Joint Routes.
Washington, June 0.—In a decision
announced Wednesday, the Interstate
.Commerce Commission holds that
practically all of the railroads in the
United States are united as part
routes over which through rates ex-
ist, even when no Joint rate has been
established. The decision deals with
the movement of 10,000,000 pounds
of sug^r held in storage at Omaha,
which wa3 taken into that city before
' the existing tariff out of Omaha and
I to the east, went Into effecu
had not succeeded before he passed
into the house. I then went down
town again.
"The next time I saw the governor
he was sitting in the Saratoga hotel.
I went up to my room and get the
bomb and hurried out to the Steunen-
berg house and planted the bomb by
the gate. I then started back to the
hotel and when about two blocks
away I met Steunenberg on his way
home. I ran as fast as I could to-
ward the hotel, but had not reached
it when the explosion occurred.
"I went to my room to do up some
acid and giant caps and things in a
package. As I was doing so a giant
cap in my pocket exploded and tore
one side of my coat out. I was
afraid everybody in the hotel had
heard the explosion. I waited a while,
but there was no indication that any
one had heard what had occurred in
my room. 1 went down stairs and re-
mained at the hotel until Monday,
when I was arrested."
The Gould Divorce Ca«e.
New York, June 7.—The first hear-
ing in court on the suit for divorce
brought by Mrs. Howard Gould
against her husband was given
Thursday when Justice McCall heard
the anplication of counsel for Mr.
Gould for an order to strike out cer-
tain portjons of Mrs. Gould's com-
plaint. Mr. Gould's counsel alleged
that these portions are scandalous.
Justice McCall reserved his decision
and gave counsel until Monday to
file briefs.
Copj right li)0i> by rill Co.
CHAPTER XIV.—Continued.
Stoddard had left me to go to the
other end of the platform to speak to
some of the students. I followed Pick-
ering rather reluctantly to where the
companions of his travels were pacing
to and fro In the crisp morning air.
As soon as Pickering had got me
well under way in conversation with
Taylor, he excused himself hurriedly
and went off, as I assumed, to bo sure
the station agent had received orders
for attaching the private car to the
Chicago express. Taylor proved to be
a supercilious person,—I believe they
call him Chilly Billy at the Metropoli-
tan club.—and our efforts to converse
were pathetically unfruitful. Tho t^o
ladies stood by, making no conceal-
ment of their impatience. Their eyes
were upon the girls from St. Agatha's
on tho other platform, whom they
could see beyond me. I had jumped
the conversation from Indiana farm
values to the recent disorders in Bul-
garia, which interested me more, when
Mrs. Taylor, ignoring me, spoke ab-
ruptly to her sister.
"That's she—the one in the gray
-oat, talking to the clergyman. She
came a moment ago in the carriage."
"The one with the umbrella? 1
thought you said—"
Mrs. Taylor glanced at her sister
warningly, and they both looked at
me. Then they detached themselves
and moved away. There was some one
jn the farther platform whom they
wished to see, and Taylor, not un>.ir-
•:tanding their maneuver—he was real-
ly anxious, I think, not to be left alone
with me—started down the platform
after them, I following. Mrs. Taylor
and her sister walked to the end of
lie platform and looked across, a bis-
/■;ii t toss away, to where Stoddard
stood talking to the girl I had already
beard described as wearing a gWiy
coat and carrying an umbrella.
The girl in gray crossed the track
quickly and addressed the two women
cordially. Taylor's back was to her
and he was growing eloquent In a mild
well-bred way over the dullness of our
statesmen in not seeing the advan
tage3 that would accrue to the United
States in fostering our shipping indus-
try. His wife, her sister and the girl
in gray were so near that I could hear
plainly what they were saying. They
were referring apparently to the girl's
refusal of an Invitation to accompany
them to California.
"So you can't go—it's too bad! We
had hoped that when you really saw
U3 on the way you would relent," said
Mrs. Taylor.
"But there are many reasons; and
above all Sister Theresa needs me."
It was the voice of Olivia, a little
lower, a little more restrained than I
bad known It; but undeniably it was
•he.
"But think of the rose gardens that
are waiting for us out there!" said the
other lady. They were showing her
the deference that elderly women al-
ways have for pretty girls.
"Alas, and again alas!" exclaimed
Olivia. "Please don't make it harder
for me than necessary. But I gave my
promise a year ago to spend these
holidays in Cincinnati."
She ignored me wholly and after
shaking hands with the ladles returned
to the other platform. I wondered
whether she was overlooking Taylor
on purpose to cut me.
Taylor was still at his lecture on the
needs of our American merchant ma-
rine when Pickering passed hurriedly,
crossed the track and began speaking
earnestly to the girl In gray.
"The American flag should command
tho seas. What we need is not more
battleships but more freight car-
riers—" Taylor was saying.
But I was watching Olivia Gladys
Armstrong. In a long skirt, with her
hair caught up under a gray toque that
matched her coat perfectly, she was
not my Olivia of the tam-o'-shanter,
who had pursued the rabbit;, nor yet
tlio unsophisticated school girl, who
had suffered my idiotic babble; nor,
again, the dreamy rapt organist of the
chapel. She was a grown woman with
at least 20 summers to her credit, and
there was about her an air of knowing
the world, and of not being at all a
person one would make foolish speech-
es to. She spoke to Pickering gravely.
Once she smiled dolefully and shook
her head, and I vaguely strove to re-
member where I had seen that look
In her eyes before. Her gold beads,
which I had once carried In my pocket,
were clasped tight about the clo«e col-
lar of her dress; and I was glad, very
glad, that I had ever touched anything
that belonged to her.
Who was Olivia Gladys Armstrong
ind what >vai Arthur Pickering's busi-
less with her? And what was It she
liad said to mo that evening when I
had found her playing on the chapel
urgan? So much happened that day
i hat I had almost forgotten, and, In-
deed, I had tried to forget that I made
t' fool of myself for the edification of
an amusing little school girl. "Then
you prefer to Ignore the first time I
ever saw you," she had said; but If I
Hart tb'jtsht of It at all It had been
with righteous self-contempt. Or, I
may have flattered my vanity with the
reflection that she had eyed me—her
hero, perhaps—with wistful admira-
tion across the wall.
Meanwhile the Chicago express
roared into Anr.andale and the private
•car was attached. Taylor watched
the trainmen with the cool interest of
a man for whom the proceeding had
no novelty, while ho continued to di-
late ul>on tho nation's commercial op-
portunities. 1 turned perforce, and
walked with him back toward the sta-
tion, where Mrs. Taylor and her sister
were talking to the conductor.
Pickering came running across the
platform with several telegrams In his
hand.
"I'm awfully sorry. Glenarm, that
our stop's so short,"—and Pickering's
face wore a worried look as lie ad-
dressed tne, bis eyes on the conductor.
"How far do you go?" I asked.
"Calffornla. We have large interests
out there and I have to attend some
stockholders' meetings in Colorado in
January."
"Ah, you business men! You busi-
ness men!" 1 said reproachfully. 1
wished to call him a blackguard then
and there, and it was on my tongue to
do so, but I concluded that to wait
until he had shown his hand fully
was the better game.
The ladles entered the car nnd I
shook hands with Taylor, who threat-
ened to send me his pamphlet on The
Needs of American Shipping when .'ie
got back to New York.
"It's too bad she wouldn't go with
"I didn't know they ever grew up
so fast—in a day and a night!"
I was glad I remembered the num-
ber of beads in her chain; the item
seemed at once to tecome important.
"It's the air, I suppose. >t'« praised
by excellent critics," she lfcughed.
"But you are going to an ampler
ether, a diviner a!r. You have at-
tained the beatific state and at oflce
tuke fllgl:t. If they confer perfectl n
like an academic degree at St. A.t-
atha's, then—"
1 had never felt so stupidly helpless
In my life. There were a thousand
things I wished to ss.y to her; there
were countless questions I wished to
ask; but her calmnesu and poise were
disconcerting. Her eyes met mine
easily; their azure depths puzzled me.
She was almost, but not quite, some
one I had seen before, and it was not
my woodland Olivia. Her eyes, the
sofe curve of her cheek, the light in
her hair—but the memory of another
time, another place, another girl, lured
only to baffle me.
She laughed—a little murmuring
laugh.
"111 never tell If you won't," she
said.
"But I don't see how that helps mo
with you?"
"it certainly does not! That Is a
much more serious matter, Mr. Glen-
arm."
"And the worst of It is that I
haven't a single thing to say for my-
self. It wasn't the not knowing that
was so utterly dull—"
"Certainly not! It was talking that
ridiculous twaddle. It was trying *o
Her Eyes Met Mine Easily; Their Azure Depths Puzzled Me.
us. Poor girl! this must be a dreary
hole for her," he said to Pickering,
who helped him upon the platform of
the car with what seemed to be un-
necessary precipitation.
"You little know us," I declared, for
Pickering's benefit. "Life in Annan-
dale is nothing if not exciting. The
people here are Indifferent marksmen
or there'd be murders galore."
"Mr. Glenarm is a good deal of a
wag," explained Pickering, hastily
swinging himself aboard as the train
started.
"Yes; It's-my humor that keeps mo
alive," I responded, and taking off my
hat I saluted Arthur Pickering with
my broadest salaam.
CHAPTER XV.
I Make an Engagement.
The south bound train was now due
in ten minutes. A few students had
boarded the Chicago train, but a
greater number still waited on the
farther platform. The girl In gray
was surrounded by half a dozen stu-
dents, all talking animatedly. Ab I
walked toward them I could not Jus-
tify my stupidity in mistaking a
school girl of 15 or 16 for a grown
woman; but It was tbe tam-o'-shanter,
the short skirt, the youthful joy in
the outdoor world that had disguised
her as effectually as Rosalind to the
eyes of Orlando. She was probably a
teacher—quite likely the teacher of
music, I argued, who had amused her-
self at my expense.
It had seemed the easiest thing In
the world to approach her with an
apology or a farewell, but thoBe few
Inches added to her skirt and that
pretty gray toque substituted for the
tam-o-shanter set up a barrier that
did not yield at all ab I drew nearer.
At the last moment, as I crossod the
track and stepped upon the other plat-
form, It occurred to mo that while I
might have some claim upon the at-
tention of Olivia Gladys Armstrong, a
wayward school girl of athletic tastes,
I had hone whatever upon a person
whom It was proper to address as
Miss Armstrong—who was, I felt sure,
quite capable of snubbing mc If snub-
bing fell In with her mood.
8he glanced toward me and bowed
instantly, and her young companions
withdrew to a conservative distance.
I will say this for the students at St.
Agatha's, Annandaie: Their manners
are beyond criticism, and an affable
discretion is ono of their most admira-
ble traits.
flirt with a Billy school girl. What
will do for 15 Is tomewhat vacuous
for—"
She paused abruptly, colored and
laughed.
"I am 27!"
"And I am Just the usual age," she
said. |
"Ages don't count, but time Is Im-
portant. There are many things I
wish you would tell me—you who hold
tho key of the gate of mystery."
"Then you'll have to pick the lock!"
She laughed lightly. Tho somber
Sisters patrolling the platform with
their charges heeded us little.
"I had no idea you knew Arthur
Pickering—when you were just Olivia
in the tam-o'-shanter."
"Maybe you think he wouldn't have
cared for my acquaintance—as Olivia
In the tam-o'-shantor. Men are very
queer!"
"But Arthur Pickering Is an old
friend of mine."
"So he told me."
"We were neighbors In our youth."
"I believe I have heard him mention
it."
"And we did our prep school to-
gether, and then parted!"
"You tell exactly the same story, so
it must be true. He went to college
and you went to Tech."
"And you knew him—?" I began,
my curiosity thoroughly aroused.
"Not at college , any more than I
knew you at Tech."
"The train's coming," I said earn-
estly, "and I wish you would tell me—
when I shall Bee you again!"
"Before we part for ever?" There
was a mischievous hint of the Olivia
In short skirts in her tone.
"Please don't suggest it! Our times
have been strange and few. There
was that first night, when you called
to me from the lake."
"How Impertinent! How dare you
remember that?"
"And there was the snow storm and
at the chapel porch last night. Neith-
er you nor I had the slightest business
there. But you spoko as though you
understood what you must have heard,
and you say you know Arthur Picker-
ing. It is important for me to know—
I have a right to know Just what you
meant by that warning."
Real distress showed in her face for
an instant. The agent and his helpers
rushed the last baggage down the
platform as the rails hummed tholr
warning of the approaching train.
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