ith this crime. It is not beyond
the traffic. Its record is traced in blood as well as tears. _The
Templar_ is quite ready to believe that there are men in the
business who would shrink with horror from the very thought of
engaging in such a deed of blood, but the assault upon Mr. Smith,
of Sutton, is the natural fruit of the damnable business, and
those exceptions have not been wholly dominated by the genius of
the traffic. What cares the liquor seller who suffers while he
thrives? The excitement centres at Sweetsburg, where the court is
engaged in hearing the evidence against James Wilson and M. L.
Jenne, hotel keepers at Sutton and Abercorn, who are charged
with conspiring to murder Mr. Smith. The preliminary hearing
began last Friday morning. People had come from all parts of the
surrounding country, and several newspaper people from across the
line, male and female, were on hand.

"The Magistrates occupying the bench were Messrs. C. H. Boright
and G. F. Shufelt; Mr. H. T. Duffy was prosecuting attorney, with
Hon. Mr. Baker as counsel. Sheriff Cotton was also present. The
prisoner, John Howarth, was represented by Mr. E. Racicot, and
was in court.

"Howarth is an American, and still a young man. He is closely
shaven, and wears his hair cropped short. He came here about
three years ago, with a stallion worth about $1000, in which he
owns a half interest. The man who owns the other half still lives
in the States, and by means of tedious litigation has been trying
to get his share. This man at present lives with the Jennes, at
their hotel at Abercorn. He is one of the principal figures in
the case, because he, it is said, was the man to whom the entire
management of the attempted murder was entrusted.

"Mr. Smith is a medium-sized man, with a heavy blonde mustache,
and is a fluent talker, who evidently is very much in earnest in
his temperance work. He seems to possess the lives of the
proverbial cat; but many people here prophesy that they will not
be of avail to him much longer--meaning thereby that the liquor
men will yet be the death of him. This does not seem to worry him
much, however.

"Kelly is a well built man, a little over medium height, with
dark brown hair, restless, dark eyes, and a small mustache,
turned to a nee