The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 3, No. 740, Ed. 1 Friday, July 27, 1906 Page: 3 of 4
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The Disgrace of Jack Tetlow.
BY CLARENCE HOLCOMB.
THE VINDICATION OF CAPT. DREYFUS
"This Conroy party comes into the
bunch grass country from Noo York,”
paid the judge.
“Say, he’s that green that when he
climbs down off the box of the stage
he looks up an’ down the street afore
he gets off. ’Fraid he’s goin’ to step
in front of a trolley car.
“Sure he’s green, but he’s good stuff,
an’ next mornin’ he’s out lookin’ fur
a job. The boss of the Wrench outfit
is in town, an’ Joe strikes him first.
“ ‘Can you ride?’ ” asks the boss.
“ ‘I don’t know,’ says Joe, turnin’
red, an’ lookin at the ground.
“ ‘Urn,’ says the boss. ‘Can you
“ ‘I never have,’ says Joe, lookin’ up
hopeful, ‘but I’ll try.’
“ ‘You needn’t mind,’ says the boss,
“Every place he tries it’s the same,
an’ he's purty well discouraged when
final he gets to me. I’m runnin’ a
bunch of control cattle on Stinkin’ Wa-
ter mountain that summer, an’ I gives
him a. job. Shure it looks like makin’
him a present of them wages, but he’s
such a decent sort a chap I ain’t got
the heart to turn him away. I hears
about him every month in Tompson’s
“First month he says: ‘Put new man
to helpin’ the cook. Couldn’t ride a
rockin’ horse, an’ if he ever runs across
a muley cow, the chances are he’ll take
a shot at it thinkin’ it’s a coyote.’
“Second month: ‘New man can ride
a little. Falls off a good deal, but gets
right back on. Gritty as a emery-
“Third month: ‘Conroy’s got all the
old cows cornin’ in every evenin’ to be
lassed. Kind a got to be a habit with
them. I thought when you sent him
out here you must be losin’ your mind,
but I guess you knew wot you was
doin’. He’s a fine chap, an’ a hard
“It ain’t long after this till the first
snow falls on the mountain, an’ the
cattle has to be got in on the home
“It’s hard work this, fur strange
camps don’t appeal to the cow-brute
none, so after it’s all over I gives the
boys a week in town.
“Tompson goes after his first an’ only
love—faro. All summer long he’s been
workin’ on a system, an’ final he gets
it down to such a fine point he can’t
lose. When he gets back on the ranch,
he has his system left. He don’t lose
“Barney Earle an’ Jed Clemmins, be-
lieves in gettin’ something fur their
money, an’ frequently after a week’s
carnival, they seems to have about
everything, includin' a high-class me-
nagerie, with a side line attraction of
wild an’ untamable reptiles. That’s the
way my vaqueros spend their time, but
as I never had money enough to en-
joy them sports myself, I hangs around
the boardin’ house principle, an’ Joe
keeps me company. The house was
run at that time by a little widotv by
the name of Cummin’s.
“Right off I notices she takes a likin’
to Joe. Mind you, I don’t mean she
becomes enamored of him none, but
he’s such a neat little chap, it’s strange
if he ain’t big cassino with the fem-
“It seems a fellow named Black
Jack Persons was playin’ all suits both
ways from the middle tryin’ to win
the widow, but she don’t enthuse.
Final, when Joe arrives on the scene
shz passes him up like he’s a white
chip, which makes him imagine Joe's
alienatin’ them affections. Natural,
this makes him plenty furious, an’ he
figures it’s only a matter of time, till
retribution is bound to overtake the
tenderfoot. And so things run along
until the night before we leaves fur
“Harry, Jed an’ Barney is all dov/n
to the saloon, an’ before we turns in,
Joe an’ I lights our pipes an’ strolls
down town. As we pass the saloon
the beys is in I takes it into my head
to drop in an’ try to get them to come
to bed. an’ Joe follows.
“We ain’t no more than entered,
when a slab-sided kid called Goggle
Eye George, sticks his foot between
Joe’s legs an’ trips him up. This Gog-
gle Eye George’s eyes stick out like a
shrimp’s, but when Joe gets up, he
shure puts one of them back normal.
Just one lick, an’ Goggle Eye ain’t got
no more fight in him than a sheep, but
he don’t need to do his own fightin’,
fur right hyer Black Jack takes his
hand an’ plays it fur h'm.
“Gettin’ up from the table, where
he’s been dealin’ stud poker he walks
up to Joe.
“‘Wot do you meau?’ he snarled, ’a
hittin’ of my particular friend?’
“Joe didn’t say anything, just stood
“‘Well, I’ll make you talk!” shouts
Black Jack, haulin’ off an’ knockin’ Joe
over a couple of chairs.
“Seein’ as I’ve lived in this country
all my life, I hopes I knows the ediket
of the plains, the same bein’ that
every man skelps his own coyote, but
fur all that I’m fur jumpin’ in if
Tompson don’t grab me by the arm.
“‘Catch your stirrups afore you go
Tampagin’ Into anything like this.’ he
says, pushin’ me back into the crowd.
At the same time he slips his gun into
his coat pocket. Seein’ this I’m satis-
fied, fur with Tompson’s gun coverin’
Black Jack, Joe’s as safe as if he’t out
on the ranch.
“Final Joe picks himself up, brushes
his clothes, an’ faces Black Jack.
“His mouth is bleedin’, an’ there’s a
mist over his eyes, but his voice is
“ ’I’m sorry if I knocks all the vas-
eline out of your hair,’ says Black Jack,
“ ‘Yes, I think you will be,’ says Joe.
“ You’re not goin’ to strike me?’
asks Black Jack, like he’s alarmed.
“ ‘No,’ replied Joe, serious.
“ ’Well, that takes a turrible load off
my mind, but mebbe you’re goin’ to
shoot me?’ he asks, like he’s anxious.
“ ‘Yes,’ says Joe, ‘I think I shall.’
“‘Now you’re talkin’ like a sport,
even if you ain’t got the ear marks,’
spouts Black Jack, ‘an’ I’m remarkin’
there’s few wore any holes in their
moccasins seekin’ gun practice with
me,’ an’ he swells up big.
“With this he motions the crowd to
get off the firin’ line, pulls his gun, an’
goes hi the further end of the room.
“Joe, he pulls a bull-dog 32 he’s
raked up somewheres, but keeps on
standin’ in the center of the room.
“ ‘Wot’s the matter?’ bawls Black
Jack. ‘Losin’ your nerve?’
“ ’No,’ says Joe, sliakin’ his head. ‘I
was just a wonderin’ if you wasn’t
goin’ to lose your’n. You picks this
quarrel, and you suggests the weapons.
Now, I’m goin’ to name the distance.’
“ ‘Wot’s the matter with this?’ asks
“ ‘Nothin’,' says Joe, ‘only the school
I attends when I’m a kid teaches man-
ners instead of sharp-shootin’, which
same system seems to have been re-
versed where you’re brought up. Now
if you will be so kind,’ says Joe, bowin’
low, ‘you will step this way.’
“‘Wot do you mean?’ stammers
“ ‘I mean,' says Joe, cool as a mint
julip, ‘that this affair is goin’ to b9
breast to breast.’
“ ‘For a moment Black Jack looks at
him in surprise, then swallows several
times an’ hangs his head.
“If he don’t except he knows it’s his
finish in the cow country, an’ likewise
it’s the same if he does, fur even a ten-
derfoot like Joe can’t miss at that
range. Black Jack is a bad man, with
more than one notch in his gun, but he
don’t dare run his brand on the little
slick-ear that’s standin’ there in the
middle of the room, even if his horns
ain’t out of the velvet. He looks
around at the crowd, then seein’ it
ain’t no use he shoves his gun in his
pocket, an’ goes over an’ gets his hat.
As he does this, Tompson gives a hiss,
an’ though you can see it hurts he
“Black Jack Tetlow is a gambler,”
says the judge, as we arose and pushed
our chairs against the wall, “but he
.lets a tenderfoot make him lay down a
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Must Have Been Mistaken.
The following little anecdote hails
from the Highlands: It was Donald the
gamekeeper’s boast that he knew the
full designation of every aristocratic
guest at the castle, and, “moreover,”
knew how to address them as “your
grace,” “my lord,” etc. “Man,” said
one of his cronies, on hearing him reel
off a list of titles, “I wonder you mind
all these names. Do you never make
any mistake whatever?” “No,” replied
Donald, with pride, but correcting
himself, “at least, not often; but thi3
week, man, I raaly think I did male’ a
mistake. You see, there was an Eng-
lish clergyman staying with us—a
dean or bishop, as they call them. I
went out to the shooting with him in
the morning, and as we went down the
path a rabbit crossed it, and I just
said to him, ‘Shoot the deevil, your
holiness,’ and do you know, from tne
way he looked at me, somehow I don’t
think I gave him his right title.”
How He Saved Money.
A man consented the other day to
go to the millinery department for the
purpose of helping his wife decide on
a hat. After much trying on the lady
decided on two hats from which to
make her selection. One of them wa3
$24, the other $16.
“Now, I want you to tell me, honest-
ly, George,” she said, “which of these
two you would advise mo to get.”
Then she put one on after the oth-
er and permitted him to view her from
in front, each side and from behind.
“Well, I’ll tell you,” he said, at last,
“the one you had on first looks to mo
Paris.—The complete vindication
of Capt. Alfred Dreyfus of the charge
of treason has been practically as-
sured, and it is said he will be given
the ribbon of the Legion of Honor.
Prosecutor General Baudouin, in
concluding his address to the su-
preme court, formally asked the
court to quash the verdict of the
Rennes court-martial without re-
“The peace of the country,” the
prosecutor said, “demands it, and the
whole world awaits the court’s sum-
mary disposition of the subject, which
will be a triumph for justice and
With the government prosecutor
asking the court to quash the Rennes
verdict without retrial, the supreme
court’s decision goes without say-
Quashing the Rennes verdict leaves
Dreyfus an officer in the ,French army,
cleared of all dishonor. It entitles
him to a command. He will be in the
line of promotion.
The French people years ago ceased
to look upon Dreyfus as a traitor.
Instead he long has been regarded as
a martyr, and the judgment of the
court restoring him to the army will
be acclaimed as an act of national
restitution to a greatly wronged man.
Story of the Dreyfus Tragedy.
Alfred Dreyfus, a Jew, was a cap-
tain in the French army in 1893. He
was a modest, unassuming man, liv-
ing happily with his wife and chil-
dren. Fate made him the victim of
one of the greatest conspiracies de-
veloped in the history of modern Eu-
For some months before 1894 it was
known to the French government that
some French officer was traitorously
selling French military secrets to
the German staff. It was known that
Germany had bought the secret of the
French method of charging melinite
shells and also the secret that bat-
teries of the new No. 120 guns had
been assigned to the Ninth army
It may be stated right here that
it is now generally admitted that
the real traitor was one Commandant
Esterhazy, a blackguard, a gambler,
and a degenerate, who for some mys-
terious reason was shielded by every-
one in the conspiracy. When he
could no longer be used Esterhazy
was driven from France. He went to
London, where he lived and died in
wretched poverty, after selling the
secret of his treachery to a newspa-
per for a few shillings.
No one outside of the conspirators
knew that Esterhazy was the officer
who was selling French military
secrets to the German staff. The task
of discovering the traitor was placed
in the hands of the intelligence bu-
reau of the French general staff, in
1893 the chief of the intelligence bu-
reau was Col. Sandhurst. He set his
spies to work.
Discovei’y of the Treason.
It was not until September, 1894,
that the spies of the secret intelli-
gence department discovered in the
waste paper basket of Lieut. Col. von
Schwarzkoppen, the German mili-
tary attache, fragments of a paper,
which, when pieced together, formed
a memorandum, of which this is the
“In the absence of any news indicat-
ing your desire to see me, I neverthe-
less send you, sir, certain informa-
tion of interest: (1) A note on the
hydraulic brake of 120 (method of
operating this piece); a note on the
outpost troops (a few modifications
will be made in the new plan); (3) a
note on modification in artillery for-
mation; (4) a note relating to Mada-
gascar; (5) the scheme relative to
the manual of field firing of March
14, 1894. ... I am just leaving for
The foregoing memorandum after-
wards became known as the famous
“bordereau” which figured through-
out the entire Dreyfus case.
Choose Dreyfus for Victim.
Col. Sandherr, chief of the secret
intelligence bureau, was the first man
to directly accuse Dreyfus of writing
the bordereau. He it was who first
suggested that the writing resembled
that of Dreyfus. He pointed out that
Dreyfus was a native of Alsace, and
that he spoke and wrote German as
fluently as he did French. (The bor-
dereau was written in German.)
On October 15, 1894, Capt. Dreyfus
was called to the war office. He was
ushered into a room where he found
Maj. Du Paty de Clam seated at a
table. He was asked by the major to
seat himself and to write at dictation
Before witnesses Dreyfus began to
write a pretended letter, dictated by
Du Paty de Clam, beginning with in-
as if it might be more stylish and all
that, but the second one makes you | significant words, but little by little
look much younger than you do in ‘"+ A ™
He had wasted an hour, but lie saved
“Speak every day to some one who
you know is your superior,” said Ed-
ward Everett Hale. An easy duty. If
your wife is not at home say some-
thing to the cook.
Introducing phrases from the border-
eau. The witnesses afterwards swore
that when Dreyfus wrote the words
dictated from the bordereau his hand
trembled and that he complained that
the room was so cold that he could
hardly write. Yet the temperature of
the room was moderately warm.
Is Arrested and Convicted.
After he had finished writing Drey-
fus was informed by Du Paty de Claui
i 4 1
This officer of the French army is finall’”'
From a recent photograph,
vindicated and restored to his rightful place in the military service of France.
! ikat lie was under arrest. He was hur-
ried at ouce to the Cherche Midi pris-
on, where for two weeks he was kept
in close confinement without being in-
formed of the charges against him.
At the end of two weeks Dreyfus
was tried before a secret court-mar-
tial. The witnesses against him were
the officers commanding the army,
several officers of the general staff.
Several secret documents were
shown to the judges, but not to Drey-
fus nor his counsel. These secret
documents made up what afterwards
became known throughout the world
as the famous “dossier.” These docu-
ments, it was mysteriously explained,
not only to the judges, but to the cab-
inet, to the president, to parliament,
and to the press were so terrible that
their publication would be the signal
for a war with a great continental
power. The power referred to of
course was Germany.
Dreyfus was convicted by the “dos-
sier.” It may be stated here that the
documents which made up the “dos-
sier” were forgeries. Only one of
them has ever been made public. It
was a private letter from Lieut. Col.
von Schwarzkoppen, the German mili-
tary attache, to Lieut. Col. Panizzardi,
his colleague of the Italian embassy,
written two years before, and which
contained the sentence:
“Cette canaille de D. devient trop
exigeunte.” This dog of a D. is
getting too important.)
It was afterwards conceded by the
accusers of Dreyfus that the “D.” did
not refer to Dreyfus at all, but re-
ferred to another person.
Dreyfus was convicted and sen-
tenced, first to be publicly degraded
and then to be transported and im-
prisoned for life on Devil’s island, a
barren spot off Cayenne, South Amer-
ica. On January 5, 1895, the first part
of the sentence was carried out. The
troops were drawn up in a hollow
square. Dreyfus, in full dress uniform,
was conducted to the center of the
open space. A noncommissioned offi-
cer tore the epaulettes from his shoul-
ders, ripped the gold braid from his
coat, tore the buttons off, and finally,
as a supreme mark of degradation,
broke his sword across his knee and
threw the dishonored fragments to the
ground. Then the unhappy officer was
compelled to march to rogues music
along the front of his regiment.
A Prisoner on Devil’s Island.
On February 9, 1895, Dreyfus
reached Devil’s island. Here had been
erected a stockade, like a pen in which
negro convicts are kept. In the stock-
ade was a hut. In this hut, under the
glare of an equatorial sun, Dreyfus
was condemned to pass the remainder
of his life. He ate and slept in the
hut and took what exercise he cared)
for in the little stockade inclosure..
He was permitted to have no converse
with his guards. He was denied the-
solace of books and newspapers. He:
was permitted to write to his wife-
once a month and to receive one let-
ter a month from her. i
The first clew to the innocence of
Dreyfus and to the identity of the real
culprit came later in the year 1895 by
the discovery by spies of a card tele-
gram (petit bleu) written by Lieut.
Col. von Schwarzkoppen and ad-
dressed to Commandant Esterhazy,.
calling upon him to give more detailed!
This card telegram—afterwards fa-
mous in the case as the “petit bleu”'
(it was written on a little blue postt
card)—was taken to Col. Georges'
Picquart, who had succeeded CoL
Sandherr as chief of the secret ihteBI)-
gence bureau. Col.' Picquart looked!
into Esterhazy’s record and antecedi-
ents. He obtained specimens of hi®
writing and made the sensational dis-
covery that it was Esterhazy and not
Dreyfus who had written the border-
The struggle of Dreyfus’ friends to
obtain a new trial for him went on
unceasingly, but it was not until 1899,
after the death of President Faure and
the election of Loubet that they were
Dreyfus landed in France on July 1,
1S99, and was placed in prison at
Rennes to await his second trial. It
began on August 7. The same malig-
nant “dossier” was used against him;.
Again he was convicted on forged evi-
dence. He was sentenced on Septem-
ber 9 to ten years’ detention in a fort-
ress on French soil. The years he had!
passed on DevH’s island were deduct-
ed from the sentence. President Lorn
bet commuted the remaining years.
Dreyfus, dismissed from the army,
was a free man. He retired to his:
estates in the country, but for the last,
six years he has quietly but persist-
ently worked for the vindication which)
he has now gained.
Storm Blows Up a Fortune.
Galeton, Pa.—A windstorm has-
made a fortune for Hector Kent, a
poor farmer residing a half mile from
this town. During a miniature cyclone-
a large tree on his place was uprooted!
and in the cavity made by the up-
turned tree was found a vein of the'
finest kind of building sand. It has-
been uttrely impossible up to this
time to obtain a first-class building-
sand in this section, and thousands of
dollars have been expended by the
Buffalo & Susquehanna Railroad conn
panv alone in the ’purchase of sand,
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Vernor, J. E. The Lampasas Daily Leader. (Lampasas, Tex.), Vol. 3, No. 740, Ed. 1 Friday, July 27, 1906, newspaper, July 27, 1906; Lampasas, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth894646/m1/3/: accessed October 19, 2018), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Lampasas Public Library.