The Week's Review (Apache, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 2, Ed. 1 Friday, September 7, 1917 Page: 3 of 8
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THE WEEK’S REVIEW
Recounting the adventures and love
which came into the lives of David
Larrence and Antoinette O’Bannon,
By SAMUEL McCOY
in the days when pioneers were fighting
red savages in the Indiana wilderness
(Copyright, 191*. by Bobbe-Memll Co.)
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WHEN SPIES MEET
Do you believe the tpy le ae honorable In war aa the soldier In the
trencheaT If you caught a apy plotting againat the welfare of our
nation, and he pleaded with you to spare his life, at least, would you
Time: The year 1811. David Larrence, young English weaver,
comes to Corydon, Indiana territory, Intending to kill an old enemy.
He meets Patrice O’Bannon and his charming daughter, Tolnette, and
becomes clerk In Colonel Posey's store. In Job Cranmer and hla
daughter Lydia, recently come from Britain, David finds congenial
acquaintances, but he and Doctor Elliott dislike one another. Elliott
wants to marry ’Tolnette and tries to poison her against David.
Cranmer mystifies David, who overhears spies planning to meet at
night In the courthouse. He hides there. What he hears and the
strange adventure which befalls him Is told In this installment
With the closing of the doors behind
him, in the dim light he distinguished
nt the other end of the room the high
platform and desk where the judges
were to sit, when the court hud been
transferred from old Vincennes, be-
hind the high-backed desk he would
be absolutely concealed from view.
He made himself comfortable behind
it and settled down to what promised
to be a wait of several hours. Above
him a square of azure showed through
the unfinished roof. The afternoon
was warm. David was more tired than
he had realized, lie grew drowsy,
noddl'd . . . slept. . . .
When he awoke, without raising his
head, his enrs caught the murmur of
voices that had seemed to run through
his dreams. All the light hud faded
from the room, a star shone through
the unfinished roof high above him.
The voices ran on at his eur. He
could hear them more plainly now.
"Money? Why, I tell you, man,
there’s barrels of it waiting nt Mal-
den.” The voice was Impatient, a
guttural harshness checked with an
effort to a whisper; sometimes It rose
as though its owner could with diffi-
culty constrain himself to caution.
"Barrels of it, 1 tell you. lleups o’
good dollnrs like nmize in the Indian
"But do you think he is with us?"
David could scarcely repress u start
at the second voice.
The first speaker grunted contemp-
tuously. "And with blood on his
head? You’re as sure of him as you
are of me.”
The voice that answered was. one
of hearty friendliness.
“There, there, Cuptnln Girty, no of-
fense. But you’ll admit that I was
sent over to treat with you and you
only. And now you propose the name
of this man. You must admit, Cap-
tain Girty, that there’s a bare chance
he would prefer n Yankee to un Eng-
The man addressed as Girty swore
“American? lie hain’t no more
American than I be. You promise
him a nice berth with the king’s com-
mission and protection and he’ll take
"And if he refuses?"
"No one’s the wiser. Til cut his
throat eusy enough."
David thought the husky giggle
which accompanied (lie words would
have graced Satan.
"Well, we’ll meet him tonight, then.
Where do you sny he’s to he found?"
“We’ll meet nt the forge at the cor-
ner of Oak lane anil Walnut—Israel
Butt’s smithy. He slips iu and out
when he pleases.”
“We’ll meet there at midnight?"
‘ "Thereabouts. Give me time to git
some o’ this liquor. We don’t git good
wine every day in the wilderness."
Anil the backwoodsman chuckled
Dnvtd heard the fnlnt shuffle of tho
British ugent’s steps as the two moved
away. The second man must be bare-
foot, he thought Then came the Just-
audible sound of the closing doors and
he was aloue. He rose and hastened
through the growing darkness like a
tattered ghost. He had still another
rendezvous with traitors to keep that
With a grunt a portly passer-by felt
hla Impact as he turned tho corner; it
was Cranmer himself, lingering on the
way to his InD.
"Why. It’s David!" he exclaimed
with bluff friendliness. "How are you,
young man?" He crushed David’s cold
fingers In a mighty grasp. “My boy,"
he went on sturdily, “I’ve seen noth-
ing In this town all day long but
drunken backwoodsmen. I don’t think
they’re folk you cun depend on. I
stick to old John Wesley, rest his
tuHiest soul I I’m n Methodist, I am,
even in a town where there’s uone to
preach. I’m hurrying bnck to my
daughter, and then we’ll have family
prayers together. Won’t you Join us?"
He beamed on Dnvid with the ex-
pression of one ready to suffer the In-
quisition. But David stared at him
In silence with a strange look and
then abruptly turned nwny. What n
fool he had been to trust these Cran-
niers for n moment! He caught him-
self—Lydia, for aught tie really knew,
wns lunocout of her futher’s intrigues.
• • • * • • * •
On the corner of the lanes called
Oak and Walnut the blacksmith shop
of Israel Butt, a low bnrfnck of logs,
showed no gleam of light from the In-
terior to the chuuce passer-by, Da-
vid. hidden in the dark pussugeway at
the rear of the smithj, waited impa-
tiently. A silent figure pussed him,
unseeing, scratched thrice with the
point of n knife on an unseen door,
wus admitted. The hidden watcher
rose und stole on noiseless feet around
thf corner of the silent shop and felt
Ills way along its wull. No window.
Then came the uncertain steps of still
another who sought the door of the
rendezvous, stumbling ulong the un-
David sank to his knees, and ns he
did so bis lingers encountered un open-
ing in the house wall, level with the
flagging. Bending lower, he peered in.
A* noisome odor ussaulted ills nostrils.
The opening wns scarcely two feet
square; evidently the uperture through
which the blacksmith emptied the
dirty water from his forge. But con-
quering his repugnance, he lay flat
und wriggled his shoulders in. A
wooden bucket, full of water, stood
before the opening, on the inside; this
he pushed noiselessly uway und
peered in Just as the attention of
those within was drawn to the late
comer at the door.
There were four men now within
tiie shop, one unseen by the other
He now had his first sight of Girty,
the last comer. David, his head level
with the stone floor of the shop,
solved the puzzle of Girty’s noiseless
footsteps in the courthouse—not bare-
footed, indeed, but shod with the si-
lent moccasins of the Indian. Clad in
deerskin trimmed with buckskin tas-
sels; the hunting shirt covering the
powerful shoulders and deep chest of
a giant, Simon Girty wns a innn of
sixty, seemingly, hut his quick, bright
eyes, jet black, burned with the cold
fire of the lidless serpent’s that never
The two Englishmen were silent be-
fore the malevolent challenge of his
gaze; not daring to be first to speak.
Girty stood swaying unsteadily In the
light of the forge. A stain of the juice
of the tobacco was on his cruel lips.
"And who’s this bag of bones?” he
asked contemptuously of the British
“This, Captain Girty, is n gentle-
man who lias preceded ine from Eng-
land on the same mission as uiyself—
Mr. Edward Scull."
At the name and at the sight of tho
third man, who until now had, been
concealed by Cranmer’s portly figure,
David’s teeth set and he trembled con-
vulsively, like a mastiff that sees his
enemy. Scull! The weaver who hnd
turned king's witness, the Informer
against David’s father! A horrid dry-
ness stuck In David’s throut und he
shooK with an ague. When he lifted
his head again, he saw that the three
men bud seated themselves in front of
the smoldering forge; for the night
had grown chill. Black shadows hung
In all the corners of the little room
and sat heavily upon the shoulders of
the three men huddled about the
forge. Only the warm, red glow of
the charcoal set up a little sphere
of light and warmth. Girty was mut-
tering drunkenly to himself; "Seven
at Blue Licks . . . two on the Muu-
mee . . . scalps than a redskin
. . . thet long-hn'red gal . . .”
"See here, my fine friend," said
Scull shurply, “never mind your
scalps. What Is it that we are here
Girty roused himself. “Tell him,
The bluff and kindly-faced farmer
graded out of place in that devil’s
crew. But he began to speak cheer-
"Well, Ned, I'm here to make you
an offer on the part of the king, God
bless him! You have seen my creden-
tials. It wns my intention to go direct
to the tribes in the country, taking
plans of the garrisons with me, but I
wns to count you with us before I
set out on my trip to the North. Our
comrade brings word from the great
chief of the Shawnees, Tecumseh,
that he is desirous of forming a
league with his brothers of the South,
the Cherokees, the Chlckasaws and
"You, Ned, are a man whom Eng-
land needs. I am empowered to say
that if you will enter his majesty's
service you will be generously re-
warded. What success can you hope
for In this pauper nutlon? But Eng-
land Is a rich and powerful patron. I
am a straightforward rann, Mr. Scull,
und I have no gift of argument,
Scull held up a hand, commanding
a pause. He lenned backward and
plied the bellows upon the dying fire.
The glow leaped up again, and In lta
momentary glare David caught sight
of his face, struck out against the sut'-
rouadlng shadows, like u fuce which
some dead muster of the brush had
painted—dark, cruel, weak, contemp-
tuous. But bis reply wus never spo-
The cold chill of the atones on
which he lay had sunk deeper and
deeper Into David's bones. With the
grip of desperation, he strove to hold
his teeth together, hut In spite of
himself suddenly there hurst from his
lips, with the stnggerlug unexpected
ness of a thunderclap, a paroxysm of
With a single leap, Girty had
reached the spot where Duvid lay.
David's head hud vanished with an
even greater speed. But Girty’s only
thought was to seize the wooden
bucket nnd dash its contents on the
fire, plunging the room into Instunt
darkness. Dnvid heard the sliurp
whisper of Scull’s command.
“We are wutched. Go out nt once.
Cnptnin Girty, you will be the first.
Mr. Cranmer, second, if you please,
I will follow."
The thing which David did then wns
probably his salvation. It occurred
to him that his chance of meeting
Scull single-handed wns greater if he
should return to the pitch-dark shop
than If he remained in the street.
And this he did.
When he had crawled soundlessly
hack into the smithy, kicking off his
shoes outside, he was Just in time to
see the door opened and the figure of
the first man, Girty, faintly outlined
in the aperture. Unseen, unheard,
David stole forward. Then the door
opened wider to allow the heavy fig-
ure of Cranmer to emerge. And then
Scull, the third man, went out. With
the quickness of death, David gilded
at his heels.
He had picked up n heavy horse-
shoe on the floor of th# smithy, the
first weapon thnt had come to hand.
The tall figure wns Just before him.
His arm rose; and even as the heavy
weapon hung in the ulr, Scull pushed
open the door of a cabin that stood
next the smithy and vanished.
David heard the door close again
nnd the heavy wooden bar dropped
across It on the Inside. For a mo-
ment he stood dumfounded. Girty
and Cranmer had disappeared. Dnvid
walked on slowly, brooding over plans
for the morning, ami found himself at
the river, talking to Itself in the night,
lie became awnre thnt he still held
something in his hand; uimJ looking
down, beheld the horseshoe. He
tossed It into the stream und went
back to the tavern.
For many days after thnt his rag-
ged, discarded shoes lay unnoticed at
the low aperture of Israel’s smithy.
Duvid awoke In the morning ns
fresh as the day. But day brought
with it the demand that he take up
his new work; and he crossed the
square to Colonel Posey's store, scan-
ning the village sharply as he went.
He hurried to the cabin by the
blacksmith’s shop. An honest-faced
woman, with a brood of babies cling-
ing to her skirts, answered his knock.
“Scull?" she replied to his query,
"no, uobuddy by thet name livin' here.
My man Is Israel Butt, thur nt th’
forge." She was positive that no
such person as Scull lived in the vil-
lage; her husband wus equally nt a
loss to remember the name; nnd Da-
vid, confident ns he had been, wus
forced to turn uway, baffled by their
honest perplexity. The man had dis-
appeared ns completely ns though
he had been swallowed up la the
Stupefied, David made his way to
Cranmer’* lodgings. lie had no idea
what he would say to the man, but
his steps took him mechanically to
the door. And there ho received u
second shock. Cranmer wus gone,
his daughter with him I
Ills question brought the reply thnt
they had said they were going to Vin-
cennes. David’s friend, John Tipton
the hunter and militiaman, wns there
—he would send Johnny a letter to
warn him and Governor Harrison
against Cranmer, Girty nnd Scull, nnd
telling of their talk of an Indian up-
He returned to his store, wrote the
letter, sent It on by post. That done,
he could do no more, except wait in
patience for Cranmer’* return.
Young Men and Maidens.
May passed nnd under the lustrous
stars of a June night twinkled the
warmer lights of the little village.
They shone brightest of nil In the
little house of Randolph Bullelt,
where candles blazed In their silver
sconces nnd lit up a waxen floor, llis
wife, the grandniece of Lord Corn-
wallis of England, was holding open
house. Above the chatter and laugh-
ter a Creole violin lifted the foolish
air of the French voyugeur, thnt had
floated across the star-glimmering wa-
ters of the river of SL Jerome u hun-
dred years before.
Dsrrlere chei-nous U ya un stang,
Y*. ye ment,
Trola canardi a' en vont balgnana,
Toui du long de la rivtcra,
Legerement ma berg era,
Legercment, ye ment I
"Heinsl sat wns de long taaa ago!"
dlghcd the wandering fiddler from
Vincennes, Michel de Hichurdville,
bending over his bow. Where were
now those ancient houses of the Old
Post—the Cardinals, the Andres, the
Bimlalcaux, the ltnclues, the Lade-
roux? "Vincennes, and a long time
ago I" Now it wus Corydon and the
present, with ail Its coursing blood
in young veins and its fine forgetful-
ness of the days gone by. Laughing
girls and tall youths went into the
flower-decked hall of tho Bullelt
cabin, or, slipping out aguln, wan-
dered down two by two in the mys-
Ucttl summer night, beneath the silent
stars, to the hunk of Indian creek,
hurrying by on its long way to the
seu. A lonely youth stood iu the
shadows and watched the white, glim-
mering shapes of the maidens, each
with her backwoods cavalier, go by.
A pang of envy shot through him as
he hoard their light remurks and
lighter laughter. He was as young
and strong us they, he thought, wist-
fully. Was life alwuyi to withhold
some of Its gifts from him?
Mr. O'Bannon, strolling deep in rev-
eries of the past, encountered the
lonely youth In the sturllght and rec-
ognized him with un ejaculation of
"Ha! David, my old one, what are
you doing here alone? When I was
your age never a dance did we have
that saw me not In the thick of It. Go
up und Join them, sober-sides,"
David muttered a miserable confes-
sion, which the old gentleman would
have uone of.
"No clothes. Indeed! Since when
were buckskins not ns good ns broad-
cloth here in the woods? No invita-
tion! Fiddlesticks 1 everyone is wel-
come with us."
And lie dragged the reluctant youth
toward the lights and music.
The gracious lady of the house re-
ceived him at the old man’s Introduc-
tion, with kindly smiles for David's
shyness; but he was ncutely ill nt
ease, nevertheless, among the group
of young matrons who clustered Ht
Mrs. Bullelt's side in their silks nnd
dainty muslins—treasures In tho wil-
derness—and he wus glad to escape
Brnrttenrldge of Pittsburgh. Ttiej
were great cronies while In college.
I believe. One saw them wandering
under the elm* with their anna
around one another's shoulders, laugh-
ing nt some nonsensical ballad about
smoking that Mr. Freneau had writ- j
“Freneau Is our greatest poet," said
Harrison. "Surely his beautiful lines
on ‘The Indian Burying Ground,' his
exquisite ode to The Wild Honey-
suckle,’ nnd that matchless dirge for |
the dead who fell at Eutaw Spring* ,
will live forever,"
And In his deep nnd resonant voice, (
his fuce shrouded in the shadows of
the veranda, he began to recite that !
NEXT LIBERTY LOAN OCT, 1
PROBABLY BE OFFERED FOR
Denominations of Bonds and Rata of
Interest Have Not Been
Washington.—The opening of thw
Liberty loan campaign has been set
tentatively by the treasury department
for October 1. Subscription books will
close November 1 unless the plan 1*
splendid elegy. For a while no one The amount, the rate, the denorolna-
spoke. Each wus thinking of the Hons of the bonds and other detail*
shadow of war with England that will be announced after congress die-
seemed deepening with the days; of pose* 0f ,he pending bond bill,
the closer, more terrible shadow of Indications are that the next offering
Someone began to speak of Presi-
dent Madison's policy of diplomatic
correspondence with England, and ills
attempts to settle the murltlme dis-
Spier Spencer, the hot-hended—Dn-
vld’s host at the tavern—was nbout
to reply thnt It was more Intolerable
to endure the Insults of Britain than
to plunge the country Into honorable
war, when his young wife and a bevy
of radiant women mnde a sudden rusli
from within und the gentlemen were I
led captive to the great sliver punch-
bowl, where officiated a grinning
ducking, heruffled darky.
David was swept into the midst of
a group of young people; but the chat-
ter in hla enrs ceased, as far us he
was concerned, when lie saw Tolnette
radinnt among the rest. Ike Black-
ford Joined them, nnd when site hnd
heard wluit the men hnd been discuss-
will bo approximately $3,000,000,000;
Whether it will be advertised by th*
government through paid newspaper
space is under consideration, but Sec-
retary McAdoo said the cost of such
an undertaking would exceed the ap;
proprlation now available. He adde<J
there could be no action until rnor*
light had been received as to the cost
of an effective advertising campaign
and until congress had decided what
amount will be allowed for advertis-
ing for future Issues.
Having failed in all their direct at-
tacks by laud to break the Russian
front ami capture Riga, Russia's prin-
cipal naval base and arsenal on the
Baltic, the possibility that the Ger-
, , , i _ . . . . i mans are now preparing for an often-
ng the girl demanded why the two >tve land > p '
had not yet Joined Spencer s company i ,' , , "
maneuvers of their torpedo boat d®«
“You, Ned, Are a Man Whom England
to the narrow veranda, where a group
of older men conversed In quiet tones
upon the affairs of the Territory. Da-
vid stared ut their yellow nankeen
Harrison, the governor, who hnd
come from Vincennes to oversee ills
spring planting, and hnd tarried for
the evening, was among the group.
He turned to n young man:
“Mr. Blackford,” he said, "I believe
that you have the distinction of be-
ing graduated from the same college
which President Madison attended. I
myself was u student at Ilnmpden-
Sldney college; hut I remember hear-
ing my father once sny that, besides
the Institution which was the first-
born of all American colleges—his
own college of William and Mary—
there was but one which a Virginian
might attend wtlhout doing violence
to his family traditions; he might, if
he hud no bouI, go to Harvard, or, If
he hnd no stomach, go to a nutmeg
Institution nt New Haven; hut as a
Virginian and u gentlemun lie would
go to Princeton."
Blackford laughed. He wns n young
lawyer who had Just arrived in the
territory, the first of the galaxy of
young men bred In the eastern col-
leges who wore to achieve distinction
In the new country. Ills face hnd at-
tracted David Larrence Rlngulnrly;
there was something In the man’s
fine, straightforward look that drew
him like n brother. And here was nn
opportunity; he could now’ gratify
through Blackford an ambition he had
secretly nourished for some time, to
study law In the evenings. He was
gro ring restless with no greater oc-
cupation than measuring silk nnd cal-
louts over a store counter. And the
law would be a step—one step at
“Have yoii ever met the president.
Mr. Blackford?” Harrison went on.
“Once only, Governor Harrison. I
shall never forget seeing him at our
commencement exercUes last Septem-
ber; he was there with his two class-
mate*, Philip Freueuu and Judge
"So you wnnt us to get shot, do
you?" tensed Blackford. “I know
that we’re a worthless pair, but I
didn’t think we were that bad."
“Stop being funny, Mr. Blnckford;
I should think you two grent, strong
men would be eager to enlist nnd help
drive out these terrible Indians for
"Well, I’m ns ready ns the next man
to have the Indians leave us In
pence," declared David slowly, "but
I’ve never been a soldier nnd I don't
believe thut I’d make a very good
“Pshaw!" cried Tolnette indignant- I
ly, "you’re just as able to lie a sol-
dier ns anyone in the territory. You
are, you know you are."
“Measure us for our cofllns, Dnvid,"
laughed Blackford, “we tuny Just as
well give in to her first ns Inst."
David laughed too. But he wns al- I
lent, thinking more of Tolnette’s
words titan of Blackford’s. Ike con-
tinued his chaffing:
“No, we're neither of us soldiers.
David’s fast becoming the merchant
Croesus of the West, and I'm a law-
yer, though I'd hate to have the late
lamented Blackstone hear me say
that. He'd roll over. I’ve spent the
best years of my young life cooped
up iu Judge Ford's office in Morris-
town, wrestling with
“Rules of Evidence” when I should
have been shedding a luster over the
social life of New Jersey, nnd I don’t
feel ns if it would be right for me
to throw away nil this mighty erudi-
tion Just to give some red-skinned
gentleman the pleasure of wearing
the scalp of a future rhief Justice
at his belt, or even the pleasure of my
acquaintance. I expect to have very
few clients among our red brethren,
very few. Somehow, they seem to
prefer retaining n hntchet, rnther
than a hatchet-faced attorney.
Though, for the matter of that, I
don’t believe I can hlntne them. Judge
Hurst tells me that In spite of all of
Governor Harrison’* efforts to put the
I little unpleasantries of the frontier
to decision by the courts, there husn’t
been one white mnn Imaged for the
murder of an Indian since the terri-
tory was begun, and that there never
"Hut seriously, Miss O’Bannon”—
stroyers, and submarine* and in adja-
cent waters and in aerial attacks lu
the Gulf of Riga itself.
Forty airplanes of the enemy hav*
winged their flight over the waters of
the gulf, dropping bombs. Ninety of
these missiles were tossed Thursday
upon Russian warships and harbo*
works and raids also were carried out
against islands in the gulf.
The Italians still are making gain*
of the Balnalzza plateau, north of Go-
rizia, and also have renewed their oft
fenslve to the south on the Carso pla-
teau. More than 600 additional Aus-
trian prisoners have been captured la
the Rainsizza region.
Aside from artillery duels, which ar«
violent at various points along the
front held by the Britlnh and French
troops in Belgium nnd France, onlj;
minor operations are taking place.
BILL IS UNCONSTITUTIONAL
Greensboro, N. C.—Federal Judge
James E. Boyd, In the western district
of North Carolina, held the Keatings
Owen child labor law unconstitutional
and enjoined the United States attor-
ney, William C. Hammer from enforc-
McNally * I jnK in the district the provisions of
the act of congress.
The attack on the constitutionality
of the federal child labor law cuius
before Judge Boyd on injunction pro-
ceedings brought by Roland H. Dagen-
hart and his minor sons, Reuben and|
John, of Charlotte, who sought to r«h
strain the Fidelity Manufacturing
Company from discharging the two
boys from the company’s cotton milla^
REPUBLICANS WANT BOARD
Party Leaders To Use Bond Issue A*
Washington.—Coincident with th*
voting of a favorable report by the
ways and means committee on the
$11,53$,945,400 war bond and certiflJ
cate bill In virtually the form Secre-
tary McAdoo wrote it, republican lead-
ers In the house announced they would
Blackford went on—"there can’t he so 1 renew their fight for the creation of a
great a necessity for drilling around congressional war expenditures com-
wtth a lot of militiamen Just now, [ mlttee.
can there? They muke me think of
Fulstnff's opinion of his ragged re-
cruits: ‘I’ll not mnrch through Cov-
entry with them, that’s flat.”’
“Necessity!" cried Tolnette. “Oh.*
you haven't been here long enough to
The proposed war expenditures com-
mittee amendment offered by Repre-
sentative Moore of Virginia was voted
down along party lines in committee,
but several democrat* approved it and
republicans were hopeful that when
THREE GOVERNMENT YARDS
a Coat of
hour the report* of all their crueltle* I | It reaches the floor some democrats
Haven’t you talked with any of these support will develop
backwoodsmen whose famllle* have ■-
been cut down and massacred and
tortured? But I don’t care—go on
and practice your old law I There’ll
be plenty of other lawyers to shoul-
der a gun. If they get killed there’ll
he Just thnt much more chance for
you to succeed.”
Blnckford winced. Tolnette was so
dangerously near ungry tears that he
was sorry he hnd Jested ns he hud.
"Well, well," he replied soothingly.
"Duvid and I will try to measure up „__.. . . . . .,
to your idea of n man If things get BTv 7 ? I R P T
1 ark, N. J.; the American International
Washington. — Contracts for con-
struction of three governmenUrwned
shipyards for building fabricated steel
merchant vessels were awarded by tha
shipping board's emergency fleet cor-
poration. They went to the Submarine
uny more serious. I’ll promise you
that David will knock dowu dozens
of savages with his yardstick and
I’ll tie them hand and foot with red
“You’re both simply hateful,” de-
clared Tolnette; nnd the subject was
Corporation for one at Hog Island. Pa.,
and the Merchants Shipbuilding Com-
pany for one at Chester, Pa, The
yards will cost $35,000,000.
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Don’t you think that David
and Blackford might render
greater service to their country
as spies than as plain militia-
men. Watch for an unusual
turn of events In the next In-
(TO BK CONTINUED)
Minister Confesses to Iowa Murders.
Council Bluffs, la.—Sheriff M. D.
Meyers of Harrison county, at Logan,
Iowa, «a>s that Rsv Lynn G. J. Kelley
has made complete confession of th*
Vllllsca ax murders to him. State
Agent Risden and County Attorney
Roadifer. The victims, slain as they
slept the night of June 9, 1912. were
six members of the family of Joe C.
Moore, a Vllllsca Implement dealer,
and two neighbors' children. The
preacher was arrested several week*
ago, after the case had been a com-
plete mystery flv« years. t
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Miller, C. E. The Week's Review (Apache, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 2, Ed. 1 Friday, September 7, 1917, newspaper, September 7, 1917; Apache, Oklahoma. (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc952098/m1/3/: accessed January 21, 2019), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.