The house sent me a magazine kodak, and one day I at
tended Mayor Bailey’s court. I was received with open
hands, and offered a chair besides the Mayor’s desk, which
I declined with thanks; saying I was in a hurry and would
stay only a short time outside the railing. After the hear
ing was in progress for some time I quietly slipped my
camera from my pocket, pointed it at the assembled officers
and took a couple of snap shots. No one noticed me at this,
for I took a quiet sneak.
Talk of raking over the coals! of roasting! Well the
paper simply did them all up to a crisp, and then crushed
them. I spent a whole day in getting the full benefit of my
vocabulary on paper. Such a pile of manuscript had never
before gone out to the post office at R . After this I
spent my time in bidding my friends goodbye, until the
papers arrived.
With the arrival of the papers came a new man, and as
the Fusilade was rushed into my recent office. I quietly
stepped on the train on which the papers came, and I was
off; letting my relief and old Bailey to take care of themselves.
Frank bravely stood his ground and stayed in the place,
contrary to my wishes. They tried to bribe him to give evi
dence in their favor, so as to bring a suit for criminal libel
against the paper: but he having an ax to grind he got
some sweet revenge, and let them stick in the hole they had
dug for themselves.
There was an open revolt in R
ing talk was not uncommon.
The Mayor and his accomplices in defrauding the people
and robbing the city treasury, were ignomipously bounced,
while those who had lent a helping hand in the good fight
for justice, were fabulously rewarded, not alone by the pub
lisher but also by the citizens in general.
My Friend the Policeman,
that day, and lynch-