Sheriff H.D. Turpin hands the Reporter a letter from the wife of a good citizen of the county with the request that it be printed. Mr. Turpin states that this is only one of the many letters he is receiving almost daily containing practically the same thing and coming from almost every section of the county. The letter, with the name of the writer omitted, follows:
Francisco, May 7
Sheriff H.D. Turpin,
Danbury, N.C.
Dear Sir:--You have helped so much in the trouble over on the other side of the creek from us, I want you to go up in the Brown mountain in the negro settlement and the path up that branch will lead you to the still or the whiskey house—one or the other—I can’t tell which, but please stop it. Every week it is brought here by the gallon from up there. It was the same way over here until you got them scared off over across the creek in that settlement, but it is not quite so plentiful over there now and they have turned to the Brown Mountain dealer.
Now, for God’s sake and for the sake of my little children help me and them out for they have to suffer as well as I do on account of it, and God will help you to do your duty and will give you a reward at last. Now please stop it, is the prayer of a poor, forsaken wife and mother, and thanks to you who we are all proud to own as our Sheriff, thinking how things were for the last year back we all ought to be proud of what you are doing.
From the front page of The Danbury Reporter, Wednesday, May 17, 1922
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