The Story of a Dark Plot; Or, Tyranny on the Frontier — John Shaqi
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The Story of a Dark Plot; Or, Tyranny on the Frontier
A.L.O.C.
Smith, William W.; Temperance
"'Some time before the end of June last, I was shown a letter by
a man named Flynn, which requested him to come or send a man to
do a job, and it was stated that there was good money in it. The
letter was written by a man named Howarth, who resides at
Abercorn, P. Q., in the county of Brome. Neither Flynn nor myself
paid much attention to this letter, as we did not understand the
meaning of it. About the end of June, the same man showed me a
second letter, which he had received from Howarth, also
requesting him to send a man on the next morning to do a job
connected with the liquor business, and he asked me to go, as
there was good money in it--about two hundred dollars--and I
agreed to go over. He then instructed me to go to a man named
Willard, whom Howarth had instructed to give me the money to pay
my way, or give me a ticket. I went to Willard, and told him that
I was going to Canada to do a job for some parties there; that
Howarth had sent for me to call on him for the money to buy the
ticket to go there, and that he would repay him. Willard gave me
ten dollars, and I bought my ticket, and came on to Abercorn. I
started towards the hotel there, when Howarth drove up,
recognized me, and asked me to get into his wagon. He drove me to
Jenne's hotel, and there introduced me to Mr. Jenne as a Mr.
Stewart. While at the hotel, Howarth told me he had sent for me
to thrash a fellow named Smith, who lived over at Sutton
Junction. He said that he was a mean cuss who drank all his life,
would drink whenever he got the chance, was all the time running
after the women and, to cover up his deviltry, he goes round
preaching temperance, and raising the devil with the hotel
keepers. They wanted to chase him away and get him out of the
business. Howarth went on to say that Smith, who is station
master at Sutton Junction, was so mean that people cannot ship
goods to that station without their being opened, looked over and
their contents reported to the temperance people. They had, he
added, reported Smith to the company, and his discharge had been
ordered. I asked Howarth what about the money for doing this job,
and he answered, "Don't fear; everything is fixed, and you will
be well taken care of." In the afternoon, Howarth took me to
Sutton, and we called at Curley's hotel, and went from there to
Lebeau's, where he introduced me to a man named Lebeau, who owns
a race course, as a Mr. Stewart, a horse buyer from Boston. I
then rode with Mr. Lebeau and drove his horse, staying round
there until the evening, when I went back to Curley's hotel, and
had supper. I did not pay for it, and was not asked to pay. I
went to Sutton, purchased a ticket for Richford, where I met
Howarth in the afternoon by agreement, received fifteen dollars
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