The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1869-09-16

poisonous fangs of the rattle-snake? You
said: God bless you. Herbert; can ]
ever repay you for what you have done"
Again the prisoner paused.
=" Let me out, let me out: I am cbok.
ing" exclaimed John Clements in q
shrieking tone, as he started from his
seat and rushed through the crowd to.
wards the open door Close by he sank
| upon a bench and buried his face in his
hands.
u have nothing more to say" con
cluded Herbert, sinking upon the bench
Prisoner of the Vigilance Committeer
began the Judge in solemn tone. "the
sentence of this court is that within one
hour you shall be taken from this room To
the large oak near the hotel, and then and
there be"
Hold, for Gods sake, hold :" shouted a
voice, and about dozen miners rushed
into the crowded room. Three of the new
corners took hold of the arms of John
Clements and pinioned them to his side
while another whispered few words into
his ears
"It's lie, lie !" shouted John Glenn
ents trying to free HIMSELF but his en-
deavOrs were in vain. The next minute a
young girl, pale and wan, supported by
two men, entered the ROOM
Il was witness of the murder Of my
| best friend ~ began the girl in trembling
tone Then pointing to the still strug-
Cling John Clements she said: "He is
the murderer of Ella Tracy | saw him
take the knife from the belt of Herbert and
| thrust it into the bosom of my friend He
| had caught glimpse of my face through
the half open door, and after Herbert had
been taken prisoner he returned and
seized me with violence. In the struggle
to escape from him | tainted When |
awOke | found that | was bound hand
and foot and thrown into an abandoned
mining shaft. | cried for help until
L was hoarse, but no assistance came.
saw that the stars began to disappear
Hour after hour | waited and prayed
to God for deliverance. The sun at
last shOne into the shaft. Hour after hour
passed away. l began to prepare my soul
for Heaven, for starvation was staring me
in the face, when two miners came to the
mouth of the shaft. They threw in small
stone which hit me on the arm. Imoaned
with pain when it struck me, but was not
heard. I'VE didn't hear it fall said one
It's very deep said the other, bending
over the mouth of the shaft / saw his
face. He caught glimpse of my white
dress. Somebody is in therer cried he,
and both ran away. But soon they came
back with ropes and drew me out Of my
living grave, and, thank Heaven, | came
in time to save an innocent man." con
tinued the little girl, who was a servant at
| the St. Charles Hotel
Scarcely had she finished when the
miners dragged John Clements out of the
log house towards the large oak near the
hotel. In vain were his pleadings for COM
passion. The crowd of exasperatcd miners
knew no mercy Ten minutes after, his
corpse was dangling from the limb of the
| oak.
The writer of the above narrative was a
mere boy when he witnessed the principal
| events described, but the terrible scenes
| still remain distinctly impressed upon his
memory The names of the locality and
of the persons are assumed, but the main
occurrences have been given as they actu-
ally transpired.
But little more remains to be said.
Long did Herbert Tudor mourn the un-
Timely death of Ella Tracy. At length,
| when his fair delverer had grown up to
wOmanhOod, she became his bridc.-Sm
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