ed there I called to
him, and after a few minutes he came, and I asked him if there
was some money there for me, and he said, "Yes," and at the same
time he went back and brought out fifty dollars, which he gave
me. I asked him where the rest of the money was, and he said:
"Only a part of it had been collected; give me your address, and
we will collect it and send you a money order." This money order
I have never received. At Richford I hired a team and drove to
what I thought was about half way to St. Albans, where I stayed
all day Sunday, and took the night express for Boston. The bay
horse and open buggy, with yellow running gear, were furnished me
by Howarth a few days previous to the assault. The team was
engaged by Jenne at the livery stable in the rear of the American
House, Richford, and the young man who drove the team on the
night of the assault was young Jim Wilson. He left me at Sutton,
and I was instructed to leave the team at the Richford livery
stable above mentioned, which I did, and the same livery man whom
I asked for another team to drive me to St. Albans, or a part of
the way, hitched up a team and sent a man with me whose name I do
not know. When I drove up to his place that Sunday morning, I
awoke him and said that I had brought back his horse which I had
been using for the last few days, and I also told him that this
party would settle for it, and he replied, "All right."'"

In this testimony of Kelly's we see the evidence of a preconcerted
plot in which many liquor men, both Canadian and American, must have
been initiated. It is an important fact also that the man entrusted
with the execution of their lawless plans was himself a bartender.
From the evil account of Mr. Smith's deeds, which Kelly says was given
to him on his arrival in Canada, it appears that the enemies of
temperance are not contented with taking the property of their
fellow-men as they often do in different ways, they are not even
satisfied with inflicting bodily injury and suffering upon those who
oppose their ways, but they would blight their reputation, and this,
too, is no small injury, for in the words of Shakespeare:

"Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that which not enriche