act that the grand old County of Brome
is one of the banner counties in every thing which is helpful to the
cause of morality, and we hereby offer a fraternal hand to all our
co-workers in the Dominion, and pray God's blessing may rest on every
effort put forth that, whatever may be the private opinion they may
entertain respecting the course pursued by the government, in order to
ascertain the minds of the people on the prohibition question, they
may not only pray right, but when the time presents itself may vote
right. Notwithstanding the fact that a majority of the inhabitants of
our county are true to prohibition principles, yet a minority would
not hesitate, if possible, to repeal the Scott Act, as was evidenced
in the dark plot which was enacted in our midst, but which could not
be carried out until a rough from another country was hired to commit
the murderous assault, which was made on Mr. W. W. Smith, one of the
most earnest temperance workers in the Province of Quebec, President
of the Brome County Alliance for five terms in succession, and who is
actively engaged in sustaining the Scott Act in our county, and saving
from the sad consequences of the traffic the tempted and the fallen.

J. H. F.,
SUTTON.

THE STORY OF A DARK PLOT;

OR,

TYRANNY ON THE FRONTIER.

CHAPTER I.

PREVIOUS EVENTS WHICH LED TO THE ASSAULT.

There are few communities, however small, that have not been aroused
and stirred into action, by some uncommon event, or where opposing
parties have never rejoiced, and mourned over a triumph of one at the
other's expense, and often have men and women, unappreciated by the
many, bravely suffered for their fidelity to a good and beloved cause.
Thus the little County of Brome has been stirred to the depths of its
soul by the actions of contending parties, and especially by a
deliberate attempt to hinder the work and destroy the life of a
law-abiding citizen. Mr. William W. Smith, the hero of this dark
plot, was a native of the county which had always been his home, and
had been during about fifteen years the Agent of the Canadian Pacific
Railway Company at Sutton Junction. During those years, he had been a
man of the world, fond of pleasure, and not objecting to a social
glass, and it is not surprising that, amid all the temptations of
railroad life, he had already felt the awful power of an app